exit and curtains...
I got there, and everyone stared. Not blank stares, not wide-eyed stares, just stares of disgust. If emotions could carve themselves into letters, I would've spelled "run". It's who I am, and I will not change, yet my feet felt planted like a an old oak tree reluctant to uproot in a storm. Beeds of sweat began two group on my forhead yet I kept my calm. Calm, no...not really calm, scared. Scared to meet his family, scared to meet his war heroe father, but I wore the mask better than I could wear any designer label. "Welcome home!" It slipped out, and just like the rest, he was surprised I was even there. He wasn't expecting me. Just as I got there I left, spirtually, leaving an empty void that couldn't amount to what everyone expected....
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