I hate poverty

I hate how it affects friends

Both poor,

One who believes she lost somebody she loved,

Someone I loved better than any blood, thought of as family,

Purely because I  shared how she felt about a conversation,

How strong was the friendship,

Did the friend never forget that she was loved deeper then nust a friend by a lesbian?

Only one has the right to express feelings in a conversation I guess

I wrote the response to her just right of course Google always decides to change words stupid asses,

Both people adult females,

I thought sharing something that was mom’s made a terrific   gift ,

The coin that held only entricit value due to the fact it was a replica .

The only way a collection is of value is with age and as a collection,

The 1960 mint nickel I found was worth a couple dollars,

Somewhere I have a 1957 nickel valued at $58,

Singularity is not worth her smile,

I’m not a school girl,

I will miss her worse then when my sister of birth died,

I’m done with friends,

I’m done with trust,

I have a good time I have to get a box I have to get a label maybe I’ll wait till Monday,

My life has  takrn a turn for the worst,

I’ll find the books,

I’ll rip my carpet out,

Maybe I’ll have a live or not,

My goals haven’t stopped just because I don’t have her in my life, 

I worded it just right so I did defend and yet she was offended!

Funny almost two years ago she said,

‘You will find other friends would you do you won’t forget about me will you?’

I never forget about people I love,