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Story Time
I miss how things were.
It all felt so perfect.
The story was real.
Thoughts were clear.
Nothing artificial.
Once upon a time there was a girl who had a
group of friends whom she could rely on. The good times were and grand. When the bad came around they stuck around. Or at least that’s how it used to be
I’m not living in a fairytale though. My friends were much more than a “once upon a time” We had a good story. A real one. Until one day the author decided to stop writing…
The plot was abruptly discontinued.
The setting no longer mattered.
Our story would no longer take place there.
Characters no longer acted as the author intended
but
Such as they please.
If only now, after the story has ended they realize they’ve been neglecting
ME
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