It took minutes
That thing that felt like it took hours
A dysfunctional friend group
The one that wasn't there through thick an thin
A 2-minute shit show
It comes with free-tickets and a prime spot
An endless amount of time and words for weapons
Filled with plot twists and "I didn't see that coming"
An unexpected start and an explosive finale
Something that's unforgettable and bound to be repeated
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Author:
Sugiura Asuna (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a fairly angry/personal poem, consider yourself warned. So basically as stated my friend group is very dysfunctional, at times I'm not even sure if any of us are friends because they're at each other's throats so much and not in a joking manner. Almost all of them have come to me at one point or another with suicidal thoughts because someone in the group said something to prey on another's insecurities. And the group finally fell through tonight.
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