The Apology Its cold. The fire breathes its wind to my face covering it in smoke and soot I cant feel my toes through the cracks in my flip flops. the other day it was warmer. I dont know where I am anymore. suddenly my friends are not friends theyre just there. I never thought there could be anything less I could do to be me. I might not know who I am. the bitter wind-chill gives me a stern look a direct attention to the crackling fire. There is nothing I wanted more than the apology to come through. they stop I begin walking away quietly as the silhouette of my friends dissipates in the night as I walk inside I find myself again but still, my apology is nothing. -Written by myself.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 02:31:16 +0000
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