“To him, I am an animation,
I am Ash from Pokemon.
He will always watch me,
And I'll never grow up.”
Emily
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Monday. I have school today. The place seen as hell or an free daycare, by persons who don't know the importance.
School work, that we memorized but with slight changes because of the inability to regurgitate.
Oh, and the friends I gained as well as enemies, that always follow.
I made great friends and let them go...
Into the sea they go, therefore they won't be captured in my twisted fate and hurt by my untold truths. They were so honest and I, stayed quiet.
To the ones I let go,
I know two cut. I know two got caught worst than I. One always cry and now the other, only through one eye. Safety and school, so overprotective their parents are, then these two who are the authors of their own story.
It hurts when you leave. It hurts when I can't say. I guess I'm partly alive just for you, my real family...
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Life In Fragments || Completed✔
Short Story{Highest: #290 in Short Story} {Second place winner of The Wing Awards 2017} -in which a boy tries to save a broken girl. My clothes, mere threads of what it once was, but there I stood, unmoved and unfazed by his unwanted advances. Then these ocean...
