Others appeared along with the lonely girl.
There was this young fellow.
During the day when others were around he would be happy go lucky.
But by night fall he was down in the dumps.
His personality was like a switch.
I'd say he was the saddest of all.
He kept it all in.
No matter how much I said I was here.
I was the only one aware.
Only one that knew where he was coming from.
One point I was him.
As a person with my own demons how was i supposed to help.
How could i?
This is a mad house.
We were better off helping ourselves.
But being mad together was better than being alone
We gave eachother comfort.
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Short Stories
DiversosA collection of short stories made by me. That come from my sick,childish and young mind.
