Lore, not real story

When I was a kid, I had a friend...

Me and him were 2 of the bestest of friends ever.

one day, he stared smoking and offered me his cancer stick.

I smiled and shook my head, I don't wanna do it I told myself

I don't wanna end... The story there!

We grew up, we were in highschool, and he laughed and offered it again to me, shoving it in my face,
I got mad and blew him off, letting out something that.

Made me feel light after. Like I needed to get that out..

Now it's almost October, I'm 34,

He will always be 15 forever.

It's lonely.. nobody visits him no more,,
Though I do, every now and then,
And leave a rose, so he knows I wasn't ever actually mad at him..

TheRealMolly
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