March 2013
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Sad Drabble
I did the same thing everyday. Most people didn’t understand it, but I went to see her everyday. Everyday I gave her a daisy. They were her favourite, she always said that roses were to overexposed. Everyday I sat with her under our willow tree. Everyday I talked to her. And this day was no different.
“Hey,” I greeted her. “Mom told me she thought I was depressed today. Which, I guess could be...
