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Deeds

Selfish deeds go unrewarded,
because the reward is the deed itself.
My deed I've yet to reveal to the world,
but trust me the scars are there.
To lose a friend
and feel like it's my fault.
Even though I know they were the one to hurt me.
By the time I fall asleep,
I'll seem okay.
But don't forget,
I'm never really okay.
Sad little emo kids got nothing on me.
They just dress better.
Poem by Your-Mom