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The sheep's head darted toward the sound. It was a noise they knew very well by now, that unmistakable horn. The sheep always heard him. The boy was coming again, just like he did yesterday. One more would go missing today, just like yesterday. The shepherd was coming.

She knows what is going on between the two of them, he has made it very clear. He no longer wants her in his life. He wants absolutely nothing to do with her. But she still loves him, even after he told her he was seeing another woman. Their relationship may be over, but their feeling for one another will never be mutual.

She turns and looks at me, visibly disgusted; "You can do so much better than him. You deserve so much more." I stare at her, confused. Slowly, I being, "I can do better than a happy, healthy relationship with a guy that loves me unconditionally? And I deserve more than being completely in love with someone and finally feeling satisfied with my life? Thanks for the advice, but I think I'll skip it this time."

He fell apart right in front of her that day, not giving a single fuck who was around to see it. He completely opened himself to her, spilling out everything that has ever happened to him. The drugs, the lies, the time spent alone in a cell. He crumbled. But she just held him tighter, trying her best keep him in one piece. She refused to let him go, especially at a time like this.

I itch my eyes. As I walk away from you, I try and pretend that these tears are from allergies, but we both know the truth. Allergies don't elicit nearly this much emotion from someone. Pathetically, I rub my eyes again in a feeble attempt to hide the truth. "Stupid springtime allergies"

It was all a lie, every last word. A simple story you made up to get. And you know the worst part? It worked. I fell for it, and I fell hard. Yet, here I sit, alone, fully convinced that you will come back, convinced that you meant every last word, convinced that you actually care.

I have stacks of bills to pay, and not a single dollar to play them with. I am the 99%.

I have no idea what this word is, so I'm going to look it up on dictionary.com I learned a new word today. Prosperous-financial success or good fortune; well-off. I guess you really do learn something new everyday.

Before you came, everything was in line, neatly arranged like a place setting. Not a single item out of order, until you showed up. Once you came into the picture, everything changed. You used them all, every last one. Left them in a state of destruction. From calm to chaos is a matter of minutes.

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Charolette wrote about stacks
“I have stacks of bills to pay, and not a single dollar to play them with. I am the 99%.”

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