''Are you okay?''
''How are you?''
''Did you have a good day?''
I am brought back to my misery by their pondering questions.
I smile and laugh ''Yes I'm great''
I know it's a lie but I don't wish to hurt someone else.
As I get home I re-think my day except this time,
my story has a twist in my hand isn't books for class
but my best friend, the one who helps me through it all
My Razor
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
''Are you okay?''
''How are you?''
''Did you have a good day?''
I am brought back to my misery by their pondering questions.
I smile and laugh ''Yes I'm great''
I know it's a lie but I don't wish to hurt someone else.
As I get home I re-think my day except this time,
my story has a twist in my hand isn't books for class
but my best friend, the one who helps me through it all
My Razor
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