poem i came up with in the school library.

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tonight.
we will make things right.
tonight.
i won't put up a fight.

bored and disconcerted.
my mind seeked to wander
out of these four walls
and into the past's blunders.

i used to be happy once
when i was small and clueless.
i wonder where that lie has gone
now we're grown and jaded.

hearts have been broken
fueds have been started
noah, you're growing so old
but i bet you're a lot smarter.

my mind comes back
to the present familiar
i jerk and sit up
there's only one more question to ponder:

who's gonna be at my funeral?