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It happened one day after school. Someone had hurt me inside and left a wound so deep. My eyes held back tears as I made my way along the silent hall. With the hurt still heavy in my heart, I listen to my footsteps echo all throughout the corridor. The repetitions that came with every step made the pain I felt even deeper for it made me feel all the more alone. It’s funny that if I listen hard enough, I may even fool myself into thinking that the echoes were the footsteps of a friend. A friend that would always be there even though footsteps would be all that I hear. At least I would know that there was someone there to be with me, to keep me company all the time. "Sure, I have a friend but where is she now in my time of need?" I ask myself. "Where is she now that I’m hurting inside?"
"Here I am," you whispered from behind, "here forevermore." You told me you’d always be there and that’s what friends were for. You gave me a hug and told me that things would turn out fine. It was only then that I realized that the echoing of footsteps were never really mine…
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