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Author's note
If you're only interested in the short stories then just skip to the next chapter cause this is just a bad poem that I wrote about the outsiders long time ago.
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You said you didn't care yet
You lend him your jacket
While you were freezing cold
You always claimed your heart was the same
But the burning fire in your eyes always leads me to your warm heart
Where I see a little scared kid
But I know in my core that kid can be fixed.
I see the gun in your hand
But I can tell you're not gone
So help me understand why are you torn
Between the sun and the moon
I see you running away
You're scared of the light even though you don't want to stay in the dark
I saw how much you cared about your friend
The night of his death was the night you lost the battle, and lost it all
When he took his last breath
Your first tear fell
His last goodbye was just said so legs ran faster than light
The moon hid behind the blue clouds then it all ended with a loud BANG
The last words spoken were
"he's just a kid "