Wednesday, 24 August 2011

the heather says die.

I was walking home, across parking lots and half-empty plazas. I recognize most of the people walking by, from my one semester of high school. None recognize me.
It's at times like this that the vapid, half-unconscious forced smile drops and I bite my lip as I walk past them. It's at times like this that I add another brick to the wall.

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