she was always
the lonely one
with tears in her eyes
and
a lump in her throat.
they pushed her down,
ignored her,
to be frank,
didn't give a shit about her.
but
when they heard
that, she,
the girl they had been
so awful to,
killed herself,
they acted
like they had actually cared about her.
she's turning in her grave now,
you liars.
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Short Story♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.
