You were the light of the grade 7 class,
But I didn't know high school was your last.
Sorry I didn't try to save you,
I know teenagers can be really hurtful.
You told me,
how marvelous metaphors are.
I would write everywhere,
anywhere,
whenever.
Why would you just waste your life and knowledge,
because you were getting shunned..?
Sorry I had peer pressure,
I couldn't help you out in class.
You collapsed my dreams of literature and metaphors.
You can't mend by broken heart.
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