Her toxic trait? She could have her heart ripped out of her own flesh, sliced up and shoved down her throat - but she'd still be there for you if you needed her.
And him? He runs away from your loving when it gets too deep, scared to love you back c...
Wise friends make you wise, but you hurt yourself by going around with fools.
Proverbs 13:20
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Thursday 25th October, 11:11PM
Angel Road, North London
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Releasing a deep breath, I rested my face up against the cold bus window, planting my attention elsewhere.
Sad to say, I don't connect with people anymore; I've never connected with people since young.
It's not that I haven't attempted to speak to other people my age, it's just that I'm a popular loner. I know a lot of people, and a lot of people know me, but I prefer to keep my circle tight and kick it by myself.
Despite the fact that I'm of Ghanaian and Taiwanese heritage I've got more or less no family left in my life. Zachariah; my older brother, is the closest thing I've got to a father. My mother went missing a few years ago and I've seen nor heard of her ever since.
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So, releasing yet another deep breath, I mentally roll my eyes upon realising that a large group of boys had decided to get on this bus.
This is my bus, you see. Only I get on it. Deliberately, had I missed the others - I couldn't bear to be in the presence of the load of hoodrats that'd seated themselves on the upper deck, and glared me dead in the eye whilst their buses drove past me.
