ceena gave me her pen,
she said: "finders keepers."
i took it. i needed a pen anyways, mine got crushed underneath the sole of a random boys shoe in the hall. plus, the rest of the ones at home keep on getting taken by marco. i keep on giving him my pens when he works at the bar.
to think, he would have a little pot of pens.
since i visit him often from the frequent times i visit the bar. he asks about you. i refuse to talk, he understands.
he understands, not like you did.
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Masked Up
Short Storyfeelings are natural, masking it up is man made. [~short story, no caps intentionally~]