Author's Note: In my defense, I did claim from the first promo and I believe in end of S4P that I did ask for your patience. A shout-out to ChannyAddict and lifeisveryshortsoami for being so persistent with me working on S4P2 for what's been almost a year and yet being so accepting that I need time for this story. Let me remind you, I WON'T give up on this story. After nearly 9 months of the last time I even looked at S4P2, I read my 5 page outline a week ago and grew REALLY inspired and excited for S4P2—I can't help but marvel at my own brilliance, haha! AND—another excuse for why chapter 3 took SO long: I had chapter 3 done last July, no joke—my rough draft was 12 pages and I was a few days away from publishing it—my laptop crashed and I lost every single thing, including the pictures I took of when I saw and meet Demi, my 5 page outline and all of chapter 3. We got my laptop restored in August, it crashed again in November, and I lost what I restarted of chapter 3 (about 4 pages) all over again, except this time I still had a copy of the outline. By that time, I just honestly grew tired of writing—I mean, I kept having to rewrite the same chapter, same events all over again and well frankly, it was losing it's 'magic' being rewritten all the time. So I gave myself a little hiatus and collage helped the hiatus too, unfortunately—I've basically had NO free time to myself this whole past year, having taking university Anatomy, Microbiology, Physiology and Organic Chemistry I.

I'd LOVE to say that you can expect more chapters this summer BUT I'm taking Organic Chemistry II this summer from June through August and then the Fall semester starts three weeks after. So whatever time I have to myself, I have until June 6th to work on this story...and then writing a chapter takes up a lot of emotional dedication and usually takes a week for each chapter. Sorry I'm rambling but whoever read S4P2 is used to my rambles.

As for season 3 of "Sonny with a Chance/So Random"...I do hope you guys watch it, without Channy. It's for Demi, guys. We've been true fans since the show premiered and we'll continuing for all the other actors' stakes.

Lyrics: "Quiet" by Demi Lovato

Background music: "Hermione's Parents" from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 - http : / www . Youtube . Com / watch ? V = iaZWD8FJMLw

(You know the drill. Please copy, paste and delete the spaces to listen to the song on repeat if you have to as you read. I hope you can read with instrumental music playing. I find people singing to be distracting if I do something else).

Rating: T due intense drama and angst

Tuesday 4:39 pm

Girls' Dressing Room

Containers of blush powder and other make-up were open, standing in its own debris of powder too roughly brushed up and never used. Staring numbly at Tawni's dresser where she sat, the girl brushed the cover-up over the finally-ceased wound in her upper right forehead without realizing what she was doing. Senseless of the action, Sonny's mind reeled towards the past malicious memories without her consent as she strived to bring herself out of this limbo state. It was his voice that clouded her thoughts...his voice that made her feel like an empty shell: "...Condor wrote a memo this morning saying if he figures out who prank called him, he'll cancel their whole show..."

And how had she retaliated? But without wanting to hear the angered words yet again, Sonny shut her eyelids tight, only to have the horrific scene play before her...like ghosts fast-forwarding through time. "And what have you done for me, huh?"

Oh, why had she lied? Where was sensibility when she refused to keep her mouth shut and had slew the beast with a dangerous creation of her own. But no matter how hard she tried to conceal her mind from the memories, her action on amplified the worst. His yells swirled in foul catastrophe wind within her thoughts...

"...no one freakin' cares about what you do...y-you don't even deserve to live—SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I TRUSTED YOU!...and you just exploit me to others!"

And then the final straw—the breakdown of giving up, confessing to what didn't and couldn't matter anymore. The way his glassy ice blue eyes brimmed red with tears, like a black swan—so beautiful and monstrous...how he shook and jaggedly gasped for the air that would intertwine and mold with his confession.

"I loved you, Sonny."

She flinched. His soft pleading voice snapped her mind back to the distant reality, watching her own reflection as she continuously brushed at the wound, despite the lack of new powder on the brush. "He doesn't know what he's doing," she found herself monotonously speaking. "He's just a jerk."

Why'm I defending him, then? Isn't it too much that he embarrassed our friendship, now I'm trying to deny he knows what he's doing? Could he really be speaking the truth? Would he really lose his job because of our prank? Because of me?

Suddenly his voice echoed, a soft hiss in her mind. "After my dad left us, I thought I hated him...but honestly Sonny, you've made me realize that there is no one as sabotaging, as malignant as you."

When had she sabotaged him! Why wouldn't he just listen to her? But it wasn't as if she helped the scenario, really. 'Oh, God,' she thought as she silently picked on the now-forming-scab on her forehead, 'why did I have to bring his mom into this?' And with that instant, she found her own voice booming back to her ears in memory:

"Is that why your mother's so sick? She had some demon-child from a man she probably only had sex with to have a baby with his looks—"

With tears welling in her eyes from shame at her own self, she jumped when she heard it again.

"I loved you, Sonny."

His voice was so real this time, and footsteps could be heard coming from her door side behind her. Not being able to help herself, she turned her head unconsciously to the side, only to find Tawni staring at her. Retracing her glance so it fell down in front of her, Tawni cleared her throat, nervously.

"What yo doin' in m'seat, woman?" she intimidatingly joked. The smile dropped on her face when Sonny startled upward, trying to make sure her hair deliberately covered the wound and her swollen eyes.

"I-I'm sorry. I'll just...go," she muttered, racing towards her door.

"Wait, Sonny. I was just kidding! Sonny--!" Tawni called out as Sonny froze past her open doorway, her back to her friend as one hand was ready to pull the door close. "What happened over at Chad's?"

Hundreds of answers ran through her mind: Love. Hate. Friendship. Cruelty. Abuse. Loss. Uncoverings. Knowledge.

"Life happened." And with that, she shut the door, leaving Tawni in deep confusion as she tried processing the answer.

~*~I hear what you're not saying

it's driving me crazy

It's like we stopped breathing in this room ~*~

Making her way back to the Prop House, Tawni stopped at the entrance, finding everyone who sat there looking directly at her; all their eyes read the same question: "What happened?" What happened indeed. "What" was non-descriptive and yet represented any word hidden within itself. Like the question, it was nothing specific. 'What happened (with Chad?) What happened (to Sonny?) What h... "

"She didn't say anything," she muttered firmly, agitated.

"Great," Nico snorted as he threw his hands up in exasperation, "we don't know what the heck is goin' on."

"Uh-" Zora sharply interjected as she took a seat by Grady who honestly looked pummeled. "We know it probably involves our sleepover."

"But he changed," Grady shook his head. "He actually became one of us."

With a few seconds given for everyone to try piece up whatever clues they had, Nico stated the obvious. "Sonny's hurt. Chad's hurt. When someone gets hurt, it's gotta be a trust issue."

Grady grumbled. "We know Cooper's got plenty of those—"

"Wait," Tawni interrupted. "But do you think it was the sleepover itself or..." suddenly her eyes sparkled, her mind whisked by an epiphany, "...Santiago and Sharona!"

"What?" the boys exclaimed.

"It makes sense," Zora eagerly tapped her knee, lost in thoughts finally making sense. "He's established a whole bad-boy image of himself since he was little probably. I bet five people don't even know that Chad spends time with us."

"His cast?" Grandy wrinkled his nose.

She wove her hand dismissively. "They're not people! They're minions!" Zora growled as Grady nodded in a "OK, I'll give you that much" manner. Sliding on to the floor with his feet stretched out under the table like a child, Grady propped himself. "Are we even sure it has anything to do with Chad?"

"Um," Tawni sarcastically placed her index finger on her chin with a quizzical look, "let's see: she came in distraught." "With blood on her face," Nico narrowed his eyes.

"And cried," Zora blatantly stated as the last sentence was returned to Tawni.

"And won't tell us what happened! Yeah, I think we got ourselves a case!"

Grady's eyes narrowed in astonishment at his laptop screen as he gasped. "And I know why."

Perplexed, the gang all huddled over Grady's shoulder, reading his latest email. "Cooper's gettin' fired," Nico whispered in away as slowly, the all looked at one another in fear.

~*~We're both the last to be leaving

I know what you're thinking

I wish you'd make your move~*~

Sonny was reading the same memo on her iPhone in the claustrophobic space. The heaviness of the dark was solemn...calming, even. Even the cool metal slide she sat near the top of felt soothing. Able to think a bit more clearly now, or at least she hoped, that after the Chad-incident happened, she tried listing what all he found to be her fault. The Condor prank, she understood, but working with Tween Weekly to give Santiago and Sharona news on Chad, how dare he think that! She was as surprised as he was when she saw the promo—true, she didn't understand all the consequences that could occur from it until now, but she thought Chad knew her! She thought he would give her the benefit of the doubt and just try talking to her about it. Where in the world's script did it say that Chad 'enters scene, disbelievingly looks at Sonny, and throws fit'?Part of Chad's fight with him didn't make any sense; she was either too traumatized to remember or somehow in the argument, they had entirely skipped over why Chad was actually upset. Nothing made sense—he launched the bullet with no explicable reason behind his attack and for her survival, she fired back thoughtlessly.

'What am I going to do?' she internally groaned, her hands clutching her cheeks. She couldn't force herself to smile and work, she couldn't go home—that would only make her feel more depressed and she had no clue what to tell her mom then. She didn't even want to think of her home...think about or see anyone really. And then she frowned: how in the world did she allow herself to get this depressed?

"He's just being a jerk," she muttered. "Nothing new with that." But there was, now. It was like a higher level of a game you had no inkling of ever playing before.

~*~ It's much too quiet in here

I wanna disappear

I'm hearing myself thinking too clear ~*~

Wednesday 10:01am

"So Random" Prop House

Having finished their latest sketch practice a few minutes early, all the participating cast members by were dressed in normal attire. To each their own were glad to not be dressed in suspenders and tucked in shirts nerds could pull off so well, or high-fashioned clothes in size 0 (not really of course, it was only for show).

Tawni looked around as they entered the room. "Where's Sonny? She wasn't here all morning."

"Yeah she was," Nico stated, a bit downcast, as Grady narrowed his eyes.

"But she didn't come to rehearsal-"

Hitching his thumb over his shoulder, Nico huffed. "She's been there since last night." All eyes led to their slide behind, hearing a bang against the metal top. According to the light grumble heard, Sonny had just hit her head.

"You guys," Zora turned to face her costars. "If Condor's got his knickers in a twist because of Chad's prank call-"

"Shh! Don't let anyone hear you!"

In a hushed voice, she repeated herself. "If He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is getting fired cuz of hoo-ha of a prank call, then what about the people who made him do it?"

They all stared at each other in suspension. "We're witnesses."

"We could lose our jobs as well."

~*~It's too quiet in here

Make it all go away

Why can't we break this silence finally?~*~

Sonny had heard. The thought had earlier occurred in her mind. Maybe Chad would soon believe they had nothing to do with it if he realized they would get in trouble too-why fire themselves? "Another thing to blame myself for," she muttered, smiling emotionlessly. Light shuffles were heard behind—and from the grunts and groans, Tawni and Zora were crawling towards the crawlspace towards the top of the slide she currently sat at. As they quietly appeared on both sides of her, Sonny wiped what little tears she had left flowing; she didn't know if she had ever stopped crying after having left Chad's dressing room, whether it be sobs or a sparingly trail. She knew she perhaps had made a fool of herself crying in front of him. Had her tears manipulated his emotions for the better, then that was something else regardless, but something had snapped within him. She didn't know what could be done because she had never seen anyone act that horrible before. Usually she was strong...her mind could self-influence herself due to her optimistic nature but now was different. Because it was all her fault and she had no clue how to fix any portion of it. Confessing to Condor would lead them to lose their job and be seen as Hollywood's undertakers, earning attention just to backslash the business that helped them get started. Though she had to admit, with Chad in his current state, admitting to Condor was a mere sight easier than getting Cooper to change his mind about them.

"Sonny!" Zora shook Sonny from her daze, who instantly snapped out of it.

"What's going on?" Tawni asked cautiously, scooting near her friend.

"Nothing!" the girl snapped. "I said I'm fine!"

"You never said that."

"Well I am!"

"Am what?"

"Fine!"

Sonny gave up as all Tawni could do was just watch her comrade...pale...looking forward through the gate unconsciously, as if holding herself prisoner. There was less lighting within the slide and other encompassing props but that much she could tell. Taking a breath, she eyed Sonny in a beady manner. "How's Chad?"

Sonny blew up. "He's a jerk! He doesn't know what he's talking about, he's blaming us, thinking we somehow hired Sharona and Santiago to get footage of him to use for blackmail or whatever!" her mouth ran furiously. Nodding, the blond continued to watch intently, asking slowly.

"And how're you doing?"

'Well that's unusual,' thought Sonny, her eyebrows creased as she turned to look to her side uneasily. Even Zora was awkwardly watching them from Sonny's other side. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Tawni scooched near her friend, softly speaking. "You either won't talk and look like a total wreck, or, like now, you're forcing out your old self as a mask, hiding behind it. At least Chad probably told by now what's going o-"

"I couldn't care less as to what he's saying about me...about us!"

"Really?"

Sonny watched quietly as Nico and Grady walked out of the Prop House, their echos becoming less distinct as she thought on that answer.

"No," she sighed helplessly.

It was too much for Tawni to watch Sonny daze-like stare through the gate that faced above the Prop House.

"Sonny, I care about you," Tawni hissed eagerly with impatience, her heart wrenching and pulling apart to see her pal in this devastation.

"You never did before," Sonny mumbled lifelessly. With an escape of a small whine, Tawni leaned towards Sonny to hug her tightly, as if it were the blond who needed comfort. The two were never close but it was times like these Sonny was grateful for what they had.

"What's he done to you?" she whispered.

Looking at the hurt Sonny was going through, Zora softly patted her back as Tawni pulled her friend in closer to her chest, having no care that Sonny began to stain her one-of-a-kind silk pink blouse with tears.

"He can't hurt you like this, Sonny," Tawni whispered, a new-found passion for something besides vanity bubbling within her spirit.

"I won't let him."

~*~ It's like you know where I'm going

You follow me home but I never invite you inside

I see what you're not showing

I've got you alone but the air is so still, it's weird ~*~

That was the problem with darkness—it feeds over your possessions to bulk itself up, as if your items would create itself into a more solid form. Only a very dim light breaching through his blinds could distinguish molds and features, and even then, only due to its degree of less darkness compared to more darkness. None of the paintings on the left side of his wall could be seen. And maybe he feel comfortable in the darkness...seeing his things...toys, items his parents had bought him, products from his childhood and show would serve as a reminder of who he was. But his mentality couldn't afford that weakness—it had to prove strong, and forget his past. Of course...feeling the cold rounds and bumps of his race-car bed made feeling strong less easier. And then...there were those plastic colored balls stolen from the ball pit in a restaurant near his box of dinosaurs and really, if you were to see his kiddy room, how could you stay upset there?

Like slits, the eyelids pardoned one another, separating from the bewitched sleep. He was in bed—Chad was in the safety of his own presence and even then, perhaps not. He laid staring into the darkness, basking in its solidness. He was barricaded in a place where no coherent thought could form, where memory stood frozen, unable to repeat itself in mind. Oh, how his whole body ached. First kicked in his physical being, and then his mental state. Staring at the one glow-in-the-dark star slightly out of center on his ceiling, yesterday's memories crashed upon him like a slapping wave.

"Sonny."

As soon as he called it, he sighed, his body retreating to itself. There had been a fight. No. Not a fight—a fight meant you could still make up. He had been in a gruesome battle, warrior to the protection of his name, his innocence devoured by the ancient beast of Randoms. And he had been hit multifariously.

"Stop being so dramatic." A quiet voice snapped—whether it was the memory of Sonny or himself saying it out loud, he knew not. On his bed, impaled and held by the dark, he could think clearly. Him and Sonny had their battle, he had fallen to their trap. Snippets of yesteryear: hanging out with Randoms, oblivious to what they've done. Lunch, making fun of Condor, but only to find out later that day Condor would fire him. The boss not specifically knowing at the moment who "him" was. Chad darkly chuckled. "Condor got me back good." But before that, the confession. No no no. Wait. First him making a mockery of himself, then listening aside how the Randoms would like to mock his feelings for Sonny and then the almost confession...before the allergic reaction. The following events became fuzzy. Darkness. Secrets. Overwhelming. Lies. Tears. Bloodshed. Rage.

Ok, not too fuzzy, but as soon as Sonny had entered, he lost it. Repressing anything to do with her, Chad backtracked to what occurred post-battle. The moment it was over, Chad placed pressure on his neck from the rebound wound of the glassy sun he threw. Somehow, while caring for himself and sitting like a child on the floor through the midst of the rubble, he fell asleep again. The slumber was the only place where thought and emotions ceased. By the time he woke up late at night, after wincing at the powerful light turned on in his dressing room, he found the faces of his cast staring back at him, like security eying a possible mental case, about to explode at any moment. They were just watching and Chad could only stare back blankly until he noticed the room. Most of it had been put together—the glass shards swept and thrown out, the furniture back to its rightful position. Looking back at this, he realized he had taken his cast for granted—they didn't need him, he needed them. Maybe it was because of his lessons learned by the Randoms that he had paid any detail to the MF's loyalty at all. After nearly 10 times of reassuring that he was ok and in a fit state to drive home, they let him go.

'And now I'm wasting more precious time,' he thought to himself as he got out of bed stiffly, preparing for the his day ahead...

...Though throughout the entire day, clouds hung lowly, casting shadows against the L.A. Sun. Thunder discouraged anyone to step out and have a good time...and the general forecast often led to a lesser-than-tired mood. It was, to say the least, exactly what Chad needed. As he sat in his fold-in chair, going through blocking the next episode and table read, he found his mind reeling towards MacKenzie...yes, a character, but to Chad who had played him for five years, he was a portion of Chad's life...in all honesty, it was who Chad wished he could be...Mack's perfect nature, his friendliness that allowed others to depend on him and his foresight for truth and control over lesser evils...like a hero, Chad's hero.

Of course, that didn't mean his cold nature forced the Randoms that day. If he was surprised by anything, it was the fact that each other Random had tried to get him into conversation through suaveness:

"Hey Chad. Wanna go shoot some hoops?"
"Yeah! Cuz you know what they say...shooting hoops...is the way to stay frien—"
"No."

"Hey Chad, I bought you a car with your face painted all over it! Wanna take it for a sp-?"
"No."

"Hey Ch-"
"No."
"I didn't even say anything yet!"

The usual. He thought he had had enough of the day until he found the Random posse minus Sonny near his car at the MackFalls garage. Peeved, wanting to just leave and take a nice hot shower and forget life as it was, he walked into their trap.

"You never heard any of us out, Cooper," Nico narrowed his eyes, his body blocking Chad's entrance to his car door.
"Well boo-hoo."
"Man," Grady sighed, "c-come on! You know us! We would never-" Facing them full-on, Chad reiterated Sharona and Santiago's promo.

"Which shows," Chad stated coldly, "are wishing the other to get cancelled? That's a hard one—NOT. Mackenzie Falls.'
"CDC stinks."
"So stupid drama, so little time...for your Falls."
When he looked at them one by one, each stood silent.

"So?" Tawni spoke up first and her statement wasn't expected.
"So?" Chad stared incredulous.

She shrugged. "They took it out of context. They always do. Don't see why you have to get so riled up about-"
'Listen to me, Hart," Chad cut in, eyes glaring and cold. "You never were a good actress, you never will be."
"Don't you start on her-"
"Yeah? What'chu gonna do about it?"

Before long, all the kids were yelling over each other, trying to get their point across.

"Fine! I don't care anymore. You wanna take my job and my image? Fine, it's yours. Keep on protecting your little innocent 'Sonny'. Of course she couldn't had done this."

"Chad, you need to stop this now," Nico stated firmly. As the two taller males looked eye-to-eye for the first time since the incident, Chad's mouth tensed.

"I stop," he said softly. "I stop? Who said, and I quote, 'Wouldn't it be amazing if Sonny could lead Chad on into thinkin' he's got somethin' special with her, use him and then BAM! We laugh in his face?'".

As Nico's face fell apart with no rebuttal, Chad dangerously stretched out his head, nearly nose-to-nose with Nico. "Tell her from me, guess what Sunshine, it's working!"

"Stop it!" Zora screamed, a few tears shining in her eyes. "Alright? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to cause all this trouble!"
At this, everyone's eyebrow perked—they hadn't expected her outburst.
"What do you mean?"
She sobbed, her eyes cast down as she wiped her nose on her shirt. "It was my phone, my prank and if I hadn't suggested it, you guys wouldn't be fighting! I'm sorry, Chad," she looked up at him tearfully before running towards the building, Tawni chasing after her.

As they watched the girls leave, Grady looked between the guys nervously. "You see that, Chad?" Nico said softly, glaring. "That was no Random who ran out crying. That was a little girl. And this morning? Nu-uh," he spoke softly, his voice firm. "That wasn't a Random either, your so-called 'enemy': That was Sonny—the girl who gave you nothing but kindness and an occasional laugh, even when you didn't deserve it."

"C'mon, dude," muttered Grady, pulling Nico at his side as the two joined the others near the closed door, shaded by the outer projections of the roof.

Chad watched them—their arms wrapped around each other, trying to help the littlest Random calm down as they stood 30 feet away from him. It didn't matter if he insulted them or not, he couldn't get through to them because their family bond to each other was much stronger. What could his words do to them as they stood solid as one, while he stood alone, excluded from nearly any ties...

~*~ It's much too quiet in here

I wanna disappear

I'm hearing myself thinking too clear

It's too quiet in here

Make it all go away

Why can't we break this silence finally? ~*~

Having finally gotten something to eat after nearly a day, Sonny returned to what she thought was an empty Prop House when she heard a muffled sniffle. At first, she thought it was coming from her own mind—it has been at least one hour since her mind had shut up—it carried an empty silence, the kind that echoed everything step she took, every breath made...or maybe just focusing on these minimal actions caused the memories to shut up. But this wasn't in her head; there was someone her with her. With eyes searching the room, her nerves calmed when she found Zora huddled up against the side of the couch.

"Hey you," she tried smiling to the little girl but from the innocent gaze Zora laid back to her, Sonny found it a lost cause as she took a seat by her.

"We talked to Chad," Zora whispered.
"Oh."

And now the memories returned.

A moment passed. Long, short, seconds, minutes—no one really knew or cared.

"Basically he thinks we're trying to sell him out to the media."
"Yep."

Too much silence held their words and thoughts hostages. Would could be said exactly? 'Everything'll be ok'? How could she? It wasn't in her possession to spew out false hope—not at a time like this.

"Sonny, I'm scared," Zora whispered, her eyes unable to meet.

"I'm sorry," the older girl tried to muster a smile as she took hold of her friend's arm, supporting them both emotionally. "I would love to say 'everything's gonna be alright'. But I'm not going to lie—I just don't frankly know."

"And then right after Chad started opening up to us...and now..." Zora continued, her eyes blank forward.

"I know."

Snapping out and turning to the side, Zora had never seen Sonny like this...maybe it was her turn. With a hand softly touching her arm, she turned to look at Sonny. "We will get through this."

They sat unspoken, in near-impossible silence, but their bond was ever present as they embraced each other with Zora being Sonny's crying shoulder. They stayed like that, both grateful of the temporary displacement of the problem.

"This is all my fault," Zora shuddered, her voice unable to contain the squeaking—Sonny found this unexpected as she straightened out herself.

"What do you mean—?"
"It was my cell phone, my prank on Chad. If I hadn't..."
"Don't you dare think about that," Sonny crossed. "If there's anyone to blame, it's me." She turned to look nonchalantly at the TV above and then back down. "It was my party."

"Heh," the little girl sniffed, wiping her eye, "well, Chad would certainly never have gone if it weren't for you."

They broke apart as they head a knock on the locked Prop House door. "That must be the guys," Sonny sighed, sliding off the seat as she opened the door. No matter how she anticipated that his arrival would come soon enough, the thought did little preparation as her eyes widened, stunned.

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Don't tell me you're not gonna try

The tension's building in my mind

I wanna scream and i know why

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You don't know friendship until you stand aLOne
LoVe will nEver exist until hate has transFiguRed you
One cannot truly hope when they haven't wallowed in despaIr

What is innocEnce wheN the one you love breaks your heart,
Manipulates your soul,
throws you into the suffocating sanDs of oncoming deception
LieS about being tHe soul to trust—
to befrIend.

This ride you find your sPirit emotionally cHained tO is known as the Painful bEginNing of your watEry death.

My fall will be for you
My loVe will bE in you
If you be the one to hang
me Let me shriek foreveR

PEople eXercise change In this story. The leaSt likely could grow compassionaTe
On thE other hand, a sunny heart will cloud over
shedDing tormented tears...

You loved her
And confessed,
knowing she USED you

LOVE
FRIENDSHIP
HOPE
NEVER EXISTED

~*~Loneliness~*~
~*~Hatred~*~
~*~Despair~*~

...is all you ever knew...

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