None ever told me it was going to be hard.
They all told me that I was going to sail through it.
That was a lie.
And they must have known.
Why didn’t they tell me?
Why couldn’t they tell me the truth?
It wouldn’t have changed a thing.
I would have still come here.
And they knew that.
So why didn’t they tell me?
Why didn’t they tell me it was going to be this hard?
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Categories: flash fiction