You pushed me in the hallway today.
People laughed.
Noone cared.
They like you.
They hate me.
Society is cruel.
And so are you.
You called me fat.
Like you always do.
But today, I still stand strong.
With my head held high.
I don't cry.
I don't shout.
But I wonder...
Why do you do the things you do?
Does this make you happy?
Does making me suffer make you happy?
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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...
