Summer Night I lay on a couch, longing for something. A lost friend? Staying sad, I keep still, understanding I can't act to my grief. I need help, I know I do. My fourth grade best friend is slipping away from me. I thought summer would be joyful. But I'm in despair. Summer for me now is being trapped in a ball of grief and thoughts of people I'm missing.
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