Me
She's the only who ever understood me in ways nobody did. She was the one who knew the reasons behind my actions, and never judged them. Because she loves me for me. But I can't talk to her; I can only speak to people who stab in my back. I talk to people wearing masks too heavy for their frail figure.
I can't see her, nor talk to her. Or else-
Oh, a tear?
Hey anyone pass me a tissue?
Oups, I was alone again. I forgot I could only be myself when I was with me.
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When Reality Strikes
Short StoryOne girl, named Jem but labeled as mentally-troubled, paranoiac. Has she ever asked to see a psychologist? No. Was meeting an unexpectedly meddlesome Jackson in her plans? Never in the world. Nonetheless, in life, you got to expect the unexpected...
