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A sonnet, still for school, about my ex-friend and I. English, one-shot, and uh here.
never relenting in your life's purpose.
I have not gone a day without seeing
you, you torturing me without purpose.
I try to say 'no', tell you to stop it,
but you don't hear me, as if I were air.
There are times I wish to throw a huge fit,
and maybe begin to pull out my hair.
But things are starting to grow much, much better,
as you and I have gone our seperate ways.
Our old friendship has gone, you, a fretter,
have begun to worry about our old frays,
and as you sit, pondering this, I wait
for you to figure out this is merely fate.