Marcel
My therapist doesn't help shit, if anything I'm getting worse. But everyday as I'm leaving out I see this beautiful blonde come in. Her face is so pure and angelic, But her eyes... Her eyes says it all.
She has so much hurt in her eyes, she had slight bags under her eyes maybe from all the exhaustion of the pain. And if I'm not mistaken, I've seen her before she looks familiar maybe I've seen her around town somewhere. I wonder what she goes to a therapist for.
Maybe she has depression like I do. Or Anxiety, perhaps trying to recover from past events. But anyway, I probably don't know her but I would like too. Maybe I'll say hi. Well that's if I don't embarrass myself while attempting. I mean anything could happen right?
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deadwater
Short StoryIf I could be stronger, And you were just older, We might last this out longer, But the task just gets harder. Inspired by: Wet/ deadwater
