Twig.
Stupid.
Pitiful excuse
for a ten year old.
Words pierced me
as if
they could not hurt me.
Words bashed me
as if
I could not hear them.
But I could,
and that's what hurts the most.
~Daniel
|A.N. This is a short story I've started writing, which was inspired by the song Lost Boy by Ruth B. Any lyrical phrases I have placed in here purely belong to her, but the plot and story outline for this is mine. Simple as that. You steal it, you get in major trouble. You see someone else stealing it, please inform me about it. That's all I'm saying. Anyways, please enjoy this new short story/fan-fiction of mine and don't forget to comment and vote! Thank you! This is dedicated to @PuddleofFire for being the first person ever to start supporting this story. Thank you! Copyright © 2015 by XCrocusX|
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