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Friday, September 23, 2005


My friends
My friends, I can't trust them no more. I even wrote a short, quick poem about it. I'm really upset. They're all a bunch of liars, not only that, they could care less about my problems. But I help them out all the time.
My poem:


My friends;
No trust;
No secrets,
Lie within,
Hold the truth,
Sweaty palms,
Enter the doorway,
See the secrets,
The truth,
The things you wished to see earlier,
All in front of your eyes,
Wondering,
Are they my true friends,
Guess not.


Thats the real truth I see through my friends. Thats what I see right now.

Bullshit.
All BULLSHIT.
I would tell you what would happen, but it'd take too long.

All you need to know, is that they lie to me, and they say they want to help out, but they make it worse.

I help them out with THEIR problems, but for me, "All Athena does is bitch and complain,"

Ok, you know what? Shut up. I probably have a disorder, but yea. We don't know, and If I tell anyone, they'd think I'm crazy.

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