Infected
Everyday I'm scared,
of losing those who ever cared.
Those I call friends,
Who said they'll be there till the end.
They find others instead,
I think its better if I'd been dead.
Where are they now?
The pain is a bullet, POW!
Hit me so unexpected,
The wound is now infected.
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