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It will never the same but I like it the changeI thought school life would be lonely without Lana, the first ever anime friend I ever had, the person that I strained to tell my 'secret' that I liked yuri. It turned out to be one great start of a year, with new friends, and new education! Being in the C.C.D.I program really made me happy since I got to meet a bunch of the people that were supposedly freaks but they're actually really awesome! Like Prussia awesome (shot).
This year, I had Katie, J.D, maybe Reane, and Harlow! Katie and J.D are the one's that always bully me but in a loving way! Reane, well..... She's the most normal person in the class when you compare personalities. Harlow is... Harlow! She likes yaoi, I like yuri! It took me a month to say that I liked yuri to Harlow and it took me two years to say that to Lana! What a development, either I just came over my fear, or Harlow's easier to talk to. Katie's always there for me, ready to tease me when I'm down. It's sometimes a good thing but it's really annoying when I'm
I just felt like itI should know what it's like to be in 7th grade. Being stuck in the cafeteria with your 'friends' and hearing there stupid conversations about what they think whores are. They were my friends before I joined C.C.D.I, that's when I noticed that my best friend was such a.... B-Bitch.... Oh god I said it. The worst part is when your friend's ask you which boy in the grade that you like. All I can say is, "I LIKE YURI." but the only person who gets that is my most recent friend, Harlow! Why do I even answer to them! They just ignore me and say, "It's Gogy! NO, it's John Rosa!" I HATE MY 'FRIENDS'. But sometimes, there are nice moments and wonderful people in your life.
Fall had finally come as the leaves slowly drift onto my head, following the wind and season's whisper that it most certainly is Fall. I sat down in my black v-neck sweater and white jeans, trying my best to at least look Hetalia Hungary awesome. My mind was stuck, did Harlow think of me different because I told her I liked
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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