I've been feeling like doing some Creative Writing, here is a random starting. (the next few posts may be the same.)
In that split second, I change my face, revealing a mask. I watch you leave, knowing you’re going once again. I have to pretend I’m alright, I have to turn around and walk away, pretending. Pretending its fine, I’m ok.
The only thing that makes it bearable is knowing you’re going to be coming back – back to me. Coming back one day, for forever and a day.
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