Where are the friends that I once had,
Scattered and lost, it seems so sad,
Some I’ve trusted and been scarred,
Some stabbed me in the back real hard,
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This is a moving poem. I can sense your lonliness, almost abandonment (question mark, my keyboard
To strike me as a free spirit Gypsy, can't have been nice to have been trapped like that. Moyaxx