[Eternal Mametchi Fan]

This is some random short poem I quickly typed out that doesn't even make any since, okay? Be sure to tell me how much it sucks.

The loss of a friend is the worst kind of grief

A friend stealer is the worst kind of thief

All my past friends are no longer mine.

Stealing a friend is a terrible crime.

Everybody I talked to is forgetting about me.

They're making new friends, and now they're happy.

They're being stolen from me but they don't even know.

Now that all my friends are stolen, I am all alone.

[Miriam]

That's pretty deep, EMF. Nice!