BY: AMY HATCH
Around 1989
A duck flew into my bedroom window
It chased me around on purpose
Or so my 3 year old mind remembered it
The door seemed stuck, and I couldn’t get out
Around 2005
When I had no one she was there
She bought me deodorant when indigent would not supply it
She was my family
when mine was so far away
Around 2003
Drugs were the only option
Or so I thought
It got worse and worse
Until my life was no longer my own
Around 2004
She called herself my best friend
But I wouldn’t claim her
She annoyed me and I hated how she acted
When she went away I didn’t write her
Around 2009
It was July
And I couldn’t resist him any longer
He filled a desire that I craved
Even though I knew it was wrong
Around 2010
I found her on facebook
And she is doing well
I have no desire to be her best friend or even her friend
But I’m very glad that she is turning her life around
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