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No, it's okay, let's just be friends. I should have known this was how it would end. It wasn't like you'd said in fact You ever wanted more than that - The late night talks, the searching gaze, Should not have rendered me amazed, And I was wrong for you to fall, Your stellar, beaming smile and all. It's quite okay - I'm very used To being no more than number two. I like you - that I can't deny, So with your company I'll suffice. And kudos to your girlfriend, too. She better had be good to you, For nothing makes me angry like A mistreated man that could be mine. So . . . It's okay. We'll just be friends. I'll be okay. I'll just pretend, A

Do not rest upon my shoulder, lad, my shoulder is too weak, and I do not have the knowledge for the answers that you seek. True, I sit upon this bench and watch the world go by. See the sojourn of the seasons, born like us to fade and die. See the older generation hobble daily, to and fro. See the teenage youth speed past and children as they grow. See the paths beyond the bench, worn and edges frayed, See the men who contemplate new paths before they’re made. Share my warmth with others who sit upon this seat, others like myself who tread the world beneath their feet. Days of past and days ahead have now merged into one, I feel so very

Creepypasta: The Man in the Moon You are enjoying one of your nightly strolls. Most young women your age would probably think twice about taking a walk in the park at midnight, but the area is well-lit and Alpenview is fairly safe in that way. Your mixed martial arts training doesn’t hurt your confidence either. As you follow the footpath you notice a young man coming towards you. He seems to be in his mid-twenties, with a handsome androgynous air to his body and face. His attire is somewhat unusual but not in the threatening sense, just in the unique sense. He wears a white tunic, white pants done up with a silver chain in place of a