A gregarious gal I have been
Always smiling and talkative
I made friends all the way
For the lifetime few stay
Never had I known I am a curse
Talking to me leads to worse
My friends being the victims
It’s putting me down and squeezed
Like a scorch on hand
The heart suffering the burns
Thoughts charred to death
With feelings flamed until evaporated!
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