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i wrote this when i was about 12 too.. that would explain why some of the language is a bit immature hehe
as can be imagined, this didnt go down too well with the folks at school hehe
Emily
Wherever shall I start?
She was my friend and she broke my heart,
I thought she was different not like the rest,
She was a good friend, one of the best,
She was funny, clever and mad,
The three best qualities she could’ve had,
We were similar; Em and me,
We were leaves from the same tree,
I didn’t care if our backgrounds were not the same,
We were friends, that was the game,
For a couple of years our friendship was strong,
But that’s when it started to all go wrong,
I told my friends I was going to see,
My “long lost†relatives who are in Turkey,
From that moment on it was never the same,
They ignored me and hated me, have they no shame?
On that day I was annoyed and sad,
Why did they hate me? It all drove me mad!
After my visit I went back to school,
As a brand new person feeling so cool,
I didn’t really care what the thought,
I had learnt and they needed to be taught,
After putting up with rumours and lies,
All my friends remembered our ties,
Except for the one who was meant to be; my bestest friend, Emily,
I tried to tell her through a mail,
But my attempts concluded to a fail,
She’s moved on and so have I,
So what’s the point to even try?
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