I saw you at the mall today.
You were in your new group of popular friends. I could see you holding that pink head's hand.
When you saw me, a strange expression appeared on your face. I couldn't really put my finger on it. Then you gave me a small smile, and came up to me and said:
"Hey Pen. I can't speak to you right now, I gotta go. I'll call you tonight" and walked away.
I waited for that call, but it never came.
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Lost
Teen FictionLife is chances that are taken But nothing's ever broken They're just pieces on the ground New hands need to build them -Touch by Troye Sivan