Today is the same as always.
Nothing changes.
Not anymore.
You called me a slut today.
I ignored you.
You drew on my locker using a red marker and wrote 'whore' on it.
I wiped it off.
It's all routine now.
But I still don't understand.
Why do you hate me so much?
What happened to us?
We used to be each other's rock.
We used to confide in each other.
We used to be happy.
So what happened?
Was it me?
Or was it you?
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timeless
Short StoryShe was one who used to smile, who used to be happy. A dream that eventually crumbled to pieces, leaving behind nothing but nightmares and a world full of pain. He was one who had been angry, who still was so, so angry and so, so lonely. He was the...
