Someone else's presents
Here's another poem by my friend Rain.I hated the small one.
He loathed anything different and scorned my happiness.
He's a poor loser.
Anyway one of my relitives gave me a Cookie Lee braclet which probably cost a lot of money.
Thing is I hate it, well dislike it is a better word.
Im sure it was given from the kindness of her heart, but I dont like it.
When I put a smile on and thanked them for the presents.
I felt fake.
My smile was fake, my thanks was fake.
This braclet is a gift for another girl, not me.
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