It been a year.
I have only felt relieved once.
We were playing netball.
My team was not winning,
After being hit in the face three times I was ready to leave.
I tried to catch the ball but I fell instead.
Everything was slow.
All my problems washed away when I was on the ground.
I felt safe there, even though someone might step on me.
I didn't want to get up but I had to,
When I did the world's weight crushed me.
Can you be jealous of a memory?
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Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
