Shes talking about him again.
The boys she missed. The exes she had.
Am I fine with it?
She's got a smile on her face, when shes thinking of them.
Does she think of everyone that way? Or only her closest friends.
She stands beside me, i'm laughing at her jokes.
But inside i'm dying.
This fake smile holding me up when i choke.
I wonder if she knows.
How i feel about her.
I wonder if she feels the same way.
I'm not quite sure if i'm allowed to fall for a friend.
But i might've done it anyway.
It'll make things worse for me.
So i might as well dig it down deep.
I might as well bury these feelings.
They do not belong.
I'll drown them out like I do to my depression - in songs.
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A suspiciously odd amount of Short Stories.
RandomHere's some stories that are small, may not have a beginning. May not have an ending. But they are what they are. Deal with it I guess. "//" - Super short writing bits. ">><<" - Short Stories.
