They are nothing
but faces
labelled as friends,
just flesh and bones
who knew an ounce of me.
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PoetryThings I write in the middle of the night when I can't sleep or whenever I feel the need to put my heart into words. Poems•Prose•Short Stories•Artworks
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They are nothing
but faces
labelled as friends,
just flesh and bones
who knew an ounce of me.
