A/N: OK. This one may be sad and it might not. Just bear with me please.
We all have those days where we are just sitting on the bus and something changes. It may be the seat you sit in, it may be the people that sit next to you, or it may be something inside. Something nobody can see. Something nobody can feel but you. I've had many of those days. I always sit in the same seat so that's not it. I always sit by the same person. No. Its something only I can feel. I can't describe what it feels like, even if I use the entire English dictionary. Sometimes I wander if anybody else gets that feeling. But in reality, nobody really feels anything.
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Short Stories by a Tall Girl
PoetryJust some things I wrote down and decided people should read.
