you carry yourself as you were before.
strong.
i carry myself as the same.
weary.
i was never one for attention, yet it was hard being your friend then. all the eyes would turn and stare at us walking down the hall. everyone would glance head-to-toe at us. all questioning our relationship with each other.
i questioned our relationship with each other.
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Masked Up
Short Storyfeelings are natural, masking it up is man made. [~short story, no caps intentionally~]