people say i need help.
people would often glare at me and say
you're sick.
maybe i am
maybe i am not.
i would go to the rooftop everyday
contemplating whether I should let myself go or
continue to stay in this cruel world
where no one loves or cares for me.
but then i saw her,
in the corner
i somehow saw myself in her.
the way she also stood over the edge of the railing,
her cheeks stained
with something i despised.
tears
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rooftop {p.jm}
Short Storyif I hadn't wrapped my arms around your waist and pulled you back that night would we even be friends?
