I just read a poem that one of my friends wrote. he's so good! and he thinks it's a piece of crap. tell me why these people come into existence. they should really get real man! he told me not to mention his name here, so I shall reluctantly do his bidding. -.-
anyway this is me responding to his poem. no it's a poem, because obviously I can't write for nuts, and I'm not being hypocritic here HUH MR POET.
sometimes I wonder why I have friends!
and then there are times when I wonder why and how I got to know friends like Mr. Poet here
not to mention the times when I wonder, how come so many of my friends are so retarded
and then I wonder what I ever did to deserve such love :)
and no Mr Poet, this is not about love.
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