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Jun 2014
I notice everything.
And by everything,
I literally mean everything.
I notice when someone stops hitting me up
like they used to.
I notice when the way someone
talks to me starts changing.
I notice the little things that people do,
and the little things they used to do.
I notice when things change,
and when it’s no longer the same.
I notice every single little detail.
I just don’t say anything.
I'm not that different I'm just depressed
I miss him
and I'm sad, ok?
Hannah Anderson
Written by
Hannah Anderson  Portland, United States
(Portland, United States)   
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