One of my rare attempts at poetry. Please review, I would like to improve upon! =]
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It’s odd, this feeling
of disattachment.
To know that you are supposed to care,
but you do not.
Your friends
think they know.
They think they understand,
but they do not.
You wonder
if they will ever
understand the hope,
and the pain it causes.
It’s a disjointed pain.
A pain that’s more of a sore,
more of an ache,
for something that won’t happen.
You know
that when they’ve gained
and lost love as you have
they will understand.
