Although I cannot trust them with my secrets and my life, they are possibly the closest people I have to friends, those people at the youth-group thing I mean. Victory, Glass, Red Blank, and M. It is with them that I can talk about things like sex and the adult world in a nice way with seriousness still within it, unlike those phonies and masked people (although not to say that our new group is not masked themselves) at that school.
They give me hope and can make me forget about pain to an extent. Victory is fading, as is Her, I can feel it.
I can laugh and feel it echo in the empty spaces where my and Her hearts used to be, unsure if the feeling is good or not. The joyous feelings that overwhelms my sad once[ones], but only as a blanket that shall blow away when the wind passes through me.
New words have been found for Their ending of the story:
Thank you for dishonesty,
your lies have given me
worlds of hope...
filled with the memories that we shared
all the emotions that made us care
Don't take away this reality
from me
Let's dream forever into eternity.
Once written they must be used. Just as all the other words I have written for Them.
I'm sorry, Sennyo.
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