Almost Lost.
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Description
It's grown tiresome. Watching him leave first in the morning, instead of waiting for me, knowing he was with someone else. Enduring the fact that neither of us wants to mention it first.
It's grown so tiresome...
Why do we act like all is fine in school when in reality, our relationship was on the rocks? Why does his fake smile immediately appear when he sees me along the corridors? Why do I put a facade, when it's just tearing me apart?
I'm just so tired..
Foreword
[CONTENTID1] Ah, 'almost'. That vital word. Six letters, two syllables, and yet it is burdensome. [/CONTENTID1]
[CONTENTID2]
Almost passed.
Almost lived.
Almost had.
-summerchild
Always failure
Only friendship and mere existence.
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