A Day

A Day short poem

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Oh just playing
We were just so simple
But developments occur
Astonishment was trembling
Much noise
Laughing and arguing
Oh a day
I call it a day of remembrance
Meeting new people
All things changed
Never knew about it
It was new to me
The day of a game
We all picked
But mine so obvious
Yes I lied
My crush was inside
But lied to be outside
They all knew
The truth or Dare
Truth was being told
And very astonished
The dare was so horrible
Not being able
To cope
Done that but me no….
I ended all the happiness
And I was being not less noted
I thought it was over
But never knew
It was all over
Oh feeling guilty is my thing
But that time was not mine

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