We go out,
But it's as if I was barely there.
I'm just at the side,
Yet again I'm almost invisible.
I'm less than them,
I'm not like them.
I can't relate,
I'm isolated.
Well I always had been anyways,
Never really part of the laughter.
I'm left behind,
But it wasn't like I never had been left before.
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"Best Friends"
Short Story"Best Friends" is what I call us. Best Friends is what you call us. Friends is what people call us. Different audience, different story, different perception, different feelings.
