1168th day and she's still at the same place. Her whole life has been packed up with accusations of impurity and insanity. The tale takes a twist when a hypersexual teenager falls in love for the first time. She's trying to be normal, in a not so no...
I put on my shoes, didn't mind my shaking hands. Wearing a hoodie and my old scrunchy band, That shameful stare was supposed to bound, As I was walking out the door, but it didn't, because she was not around.
I called Britney thrice in a row, she answered none. I ignored the voice which told me what we have become. So I text her to be there in ten. I have lost counts on how many times I have been there with my heartbroken.
A throwback from years ago hit my head. When I found myself texting her 'code red'. The three of us came up with it in 8th grade, And promised that if texted upon we will be there at our cafe.
I wonder if it will work still, like it did then. And if it didn't, I wonder if I will feel resentment.
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