It was an orderly way in which I lost myself. Worried of everything on the outside. Forgetting the inside. It was the worry eating me up inside. It wasn't planned, but it felt like it.
It was an organized way in which I lost myself. A smile on the outside. A frown on the inside. It was simple, really. I was ok, I told myself. But wasn't, not in the inside.
Way number two: Methodically.
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This Is How You Lose Yourself
Teen Fiction"Why are you crying?" He asks in concern because of my puffy red eye and the toll this chain reaction had on me. "I poked my eye." I make a move to wipe it with my sleeve. He smiles. I got my answers. I'm not happy. I don't know what I was expecting...
