Whole

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For me, school was the only part in my day where I held back the darkness. But that was still just so no one would notice the giant flaws inside. It involved a lot of lying. Passing fake smiles in the corridors to "friends." Talking normally so no one would notice the claws of blackness that tried to come out and swallow me. To appear normal. Whole.
   But that's what I was not.

Whole.

At least I did appear normal. I got good grades. I appeared well. I appeared "alive."
   My so called friends thought I was nice, too. Pleasant to be around but maybe a bit dull at times. But when the bell rang at the end of the day and everyone else returned to their "whole"lives. With their fullness and their smiles and their happiness,

I stayed in my dark one. 


And I 

was not whole.

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