Tears: BrokenTears It hurts. I see you laughing in the hallways, I see you with your hand in hers. I watch as she flicks her long blonde hair back, laughing up at you. Flirting with you. And every time I see you smile back, touching her, it drives another wedge into my already broken heart. I wonder whether anyone sees that I am teetering on the edge of this giant abyss, and every time you hurt me I sway a little closer to the edge. We used to be the best of friends, and everyone thought that we would end up together for sure. But then she turned up. With her perfect hair, perfect body, perfect everything... and her sights set on you, I suppose I caTears: Broken
Tears: Broken
Joy
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I am Alz...
...and there is no known cure...
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