There were moments when I was not myself, and the road wandered riddled with self doubt; when those who would be friends have all but left. But somethings have always been true - he may bleed green, but I will always be yellow and black.
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There were moments when I was not myself, and the road wandered riddled with self doubt; when those who would be friends have all but left. But somethings have always been true - he may bleed green, but I will always be yellow and black.
He just stood there. Looking at me. The way I had reacted had put him in a state of shock. "I... I um," Every word I had learned from pre-school to now had just flew out of my mind and left me speech...