Changing Us

All my friends
are changing
their appearance
in the hopes
that they can
show
how much they've
changed
inside.
All my friends
are twisting
in a tide of their own
creation
and all I can do
is watch,
dry on land.
None of my friends
knew
that I don't
need
to cut my hair,
write new words,
that I'm still
changed
anyway.
None of my friends
knew
about you.
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I'm going to ask you about
I'm going to ask you about this during English.
I'm writing it on my hand right now.
Lovely poem, by the way.
I guess we're changing how we look
to show that we're not the same people we were.
Maybe we're just sick of who we used to be.
I don't know.
I can only speak for myself.
Beautiful Georgous Sad
Beautiful
Georgous
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