By Zebra   

Separation is a part of life;
No, I am grabbing my knife
And cutting my veins;
No, I am in my teens.

My friend group is now one line.
Every night I drink whiskey and wine,
Every night I am crying in my bed.
I was at the top; now I am feeling dead.

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My friend group fell apart and I wrote a little poem about it.