Left Alone

Left Alone

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It didn’t hit me that hard when I saw that both my best friends were hanging out together more frequently without me. Others might try to confront them or jump to conclusions. They may try to salvage whatever could be fixed, or just cry in a corner. But not me. Instead, I backed away, leaving them in their own bubble of friendship… But even then, those words kept playing on and on in my head, slowly consuming me. No matter how high I held my head, or how many fake smiles I put on, those words were always in the back of my mind. Those words that left me with a chest full of pain, and a heart full of sorrow. The words which were my untold nightmares. The words that I created, to match my sadness. “I'm so sick of this. All I wanted to do was be accepted. I didn’t want them to reject me. I just wanted to fit in. But because of one small action… …I was alone again.” The words that became my reality. --- { Cover by @MusicFreakyy413 } { Editor @MusicFreakyy413 }
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