SILLY ME......
STELLA RAYMOND
Hah! Silly me. You know why I will be calling myself By this name throughout the whole poem? The reason will be written down below. I am really very silly and foolish, Why? Because I go around with The friends who betray and fool around with me. Each time they leave me alone In darkness, in loneliness I decide that will neither Talk with them nor keep my friendship with Them But I come again and make friends with them. Hah! Silly me. Each time they try to blame me for a mistake Which I had not committed, I break down. I carry the consequences of the mistake. They do nothing But Only have FUN. Hah! Silly me. I am really a shameless one, Who goes round with friends Who betray her. Even after realizing that they are not her Benchmark for friendship, And Even after realizing that they are not true to her She goes round with her false friends. HAH! SILLY ME.....
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HAZEL GRACE
@STELLA RAYMOND Welcome....
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