Some friends can no longer be found
Chased their day
Day of death
Reaping sadness
Lost
Fearing the unknown
Millions have come and gone
For me, not too long
The wind is calling my name
Blowing out my flame
To those who have passed
Much love is sent your way
Poetry from a kid in a rough time in his life, has bi-polar and writes to help himself out.
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