'\.:*My Friend.:/'

by Jaelly Longoria   May 24, 2004


My friend is a shy person, full of depression, full of fear.
She tells that at night she can hear her parents argue with a great quarrel.
She comes to school nicely dressed but badly spoken.
I try to help,but she refuses for me to go.
One night without understanding why,she asks me if she looks OK, if she looks alright?
I say OK, but not in sight.
She walks around school alone, and sad, that I tag along and make her cry.
I don't do anything, she just starts to sigh.
I asked her if she was OK, and she told me that in a little bit she would be in great deed.
Not knowing what that meant, I asked her again.
She told me that by one second, if she wasn't there, her mom would be placed under the ground were she didn't feel it was fair.

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