Sunday, 8th of March 2015 - 1:23am
I saw him yesterday. He was so happy without me. It hurt. A lot.
Whenever he saw me, he looked the other way. He never spoke to me, never looked me in the eye. He didn't even stand around for more than a minute if I was there.
But I didn't let anyone see how it hurt me. I just smiled and laughed like I always used to. No one suspected that I hurt inside. They never see the pain in my eyes. They never see beyond my mask.
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