Do you hear the soul that’s always in pain? That’s alright not many do… she’s here right now, hiding out in a place few will notice, calling the shadows her friends. A husk of the girl she never was.
You didn’t see her while she cried, but neither did I. She doesn’t speak, but if you could see her she’s always smiling, trying her best to convince herself she’s happy. A façade to the rest of the world, while she only tries to convince herself
The people, like you, who don’t see her, they are the simple people who aren’t bad but they don’t take the time to care more than they need to. The common stranger that passes you on the street.
Hateful, sobering, loneliness.
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Short Stories
Short StoryA series of short stories, where one has nothing to do with the others.
