He stands in the crowd trying to look like he belongs but we all know the truth. He's a wannabe cool kid that calls himself a psychopath because he plays horror games. All he accomplishes by trying so hard is only making people hate him more. He tries so hard to get all the attention and only pushes the crowd further. And now he follows me endlessly because he knows I'm the only person who's too nice to push him away. He knows I'm different. But what he doesn't know is that it's torture. I try so hard to put up with him but it's killing me inside and I don't know how to tell him that his 'closest friend' sees him as her worst nightmare. I don't know how to tell someone that his guardian angel hates him with a burning passion.
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Short stories, Poems, Etc.
LosoweThis is just a book of short stories, poems, and other short little things that I've written over the years. Hope you like them! :)
