Your words used to send me day dreaming for days, although now...now I don't know what to think. You ask me to speak but, I don't know what to say. You are convinced you know me yet, you only know the image I created, so you wouldn't have the satisfaction of knowing the real me. I could never be susceptible to that level of vulnerability. Did I spend so much time creating an image that I evidently became my own creation?
and now that it's clear, I don't want to be "someone's backup". I finally see that I got so caught up in the image that you were able the manipulate me into believing "backup" was good enough. Maybe it's not your fault and I was the one tricked by my own thoughts. All I know is, all that meant to much now means nothing at all.
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Was It... Just Me?
Teen FictionWas it just me? Was it all in my head? I mean you said things and did things. I said things and did things. Not just things. The kind of things any human would inevitably tie to emotion. So tell me how you could... Keo is a young teenage girl who...
