Rumors go around
As I walk in and see staring eyes.
Friends leaving my side
I hear hurrying footsteps
Coming towards me.
My body starts to shake
I feel my feet running at a fast pace
Shouting, screaming, gunfire.
How could I have such horrible friends?
How could they do this to me?
Of all people my god damn friends!

 
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