chapter two

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  • Dedicated to my living hell on earth
                                    

Abadoned everyday.

It always hurts, it never feels good, because you know everyone is going to leave you in the end.

Not by only Death, but because they never care.

I know, you know, everyone knows.

But only a small percentage care about the Abandoned.

But that's usually just one person in the world, who reaches out to the wrong person.

Then the wrong person can look down on you and smile smug because they got chosen instead Of you.

That one person who reaches out, will never notice that the person they chose is bad, and You're the last good soul left.

Everyone knows that you're the good one, and scream out to the Saver, but he doesn't listen.

He never will and never does.

When the two are finally out of sight, you start to wonder if he had listened would he have Stopped to save you instead.

You sit and start to cry, screaming from the inside out, mourning in your own pain and sorrow.

"Why couldn't have that been me?"

Finally, you wake up and realize it was just a nightmare.

Or so you thought......

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