Dear somebody I used to know,
Someone notices my depression. They tell my parents to take me someplace else. My family take me to the mountains to enjoy the pleasant atmosphere.
Instead I watch a blind girl walking with a pretty boy who looks at her with so much adoration that I consider blinding myself.
If she, who can't see the world, is being loved then why can't you love me like he loves her? Why am I so unfortunate?
Am I lacking? Am I too horrible?
The rose that lies on the desk slowly fades away and its petals shed off until it is left bare and empty just like me.
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Somebody I Used To Know (Complete)
Short StoryAnd I stand quiet as I let it happen because I know my silence will haunt you when you stand over my grave
