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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I wrote this about losing my best friend.
After losing my best friend i felt my secrets shared with her were no longer safe and i found my security in writing.

Friendship. That word you learn at primary school.
Where two people meet and begin to fool
around together, that’s how it begins,
until one day, you discover that it all ends.
Losing friends is something terrible, I know,
especially when you’re left, all on your own.

With no one to share secret’s with.
To laugh or to cry.
You begin to think do yourself
‘what happened and why?’

‘Was it my fault? Or was it theirs?
Does it even matter? Can’t we just be friends?’

Be the bigger person and apologize to them.
It’s an unfortunate thing to be friendless, again.

By Hannah Francis

Submitted: July 12, 2010

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