I remember the day well,
I was sitting at the park,
You came over and we talked.
You asked what I was doing,
I told you I was crying,
You asked why,
I said I was not really sure.
You wanted to know more I could tell,
But I did not share secrets,
And I would find out soon neither did you.
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What You Did To Me
Short StoryIt wasn't the lies you told, It wasn't the tears I shed, It wasn't the pain you caused, It wasn't the misery that followed, It was what you did, That ending up breaking me. Trigger Warning: contains bullying, depression, and suicidal thoughts/acti...
