breakfast for dinner

breakfast for dinner

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there are things I connect to with empathy. there are things I love at a spiritual level. there are things that I believe are mutual souls of mine, and other people. there are things I strongly believe in. there are things I've imagined dying a martyr for. there are things that motivate me to continue. there are things that are not too beautiful. there things that build people up, or tear them apart. there are things that exist. then there is you.
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Y/N, which is you, was walking around the campus of your high school. You hear something weird. Like the sound of somebody getting pushed up against the lockers. You recognize the sound. All too well. You turn the corner and see the one person you never wanted to see again. The one who hurt you. The one who left, and left you broken. The one who let your trust and faith in people slip. The one who let you become lonely. The person who made you happy, but then let you fall and get buried ten feet under. He's the person you didn't feel like seeing. You weren't ready. You don't know what to do. They left, they let you become broken, they let you lose all hope in people, and now he's back. You wish it weren't true. You wish he never would've come back. Will you let them back in, or will you keep them out.

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