your grip loosened and you looked at me.
the sorrow barricading your eyes.
it seem to wash over you that you left me. and i could see it broke you as much as it broke me. when you see me moving away from the heartbreak, you feel broken.
broken or stubborn.
you either feel sorry for me out you are angry that i moved away from you and you want to crush me again. like you always were,
you,
were,
stubborn.
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Masked Up
Short Storyfeelings are natural, masking it up is man made. [~short story, no caps intentionally~]