Each and Every Day

I thought that I'd done better,

picking all the best friends.

I sure got my hopes up,

thinking the pain would end.

 

With my friend this year, I though I'd be okay.

But I'm still cutting people loose

each and every day.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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