What is it?
Is it me?
Is it my luck?
Or the chances I take?
Why do I always
end up in the bad spots
or getting screwed over
or even yelled at?
Why do friends never talk to friends
about their problems
or their happy moments
in their day
or their life?
After all, isn't that what
Friends are for?
Why does it happen like this
To me?
Birth sign: Libra
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