I saw him today, this boy I used to know in school. I saw him smoking at one in the morning, walking down some road. I called out to him, and he looked at me, but then he just blew smoke at me and kept walking.
He had a cut across his knuckles, and a new bruise under his eye, from his father or a brother, I assumed.
I wondered if he was still in school. He was a smart kid, smarter than the rest on us, but he could never seem to stay out of trouble and most people gave up on him.
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Poems about Stars and Missing People
詩歌Poems that I write during class or when it's 3 in the morning and I can't sleep. Most of them I'm too afraid to show people because of what they're about, but I don't know you personally so go on ahead and read them.
