a short story

(another one i had forgotten...)

There was one thing in life she didn´t like.
Being left.
Certainly not, being left alone. Because she was not alone.
She was sure of this.
Maybe just, being left out.
Or left behind.
She felt like she had often been left in life.
Sometimes she had been left unseen
or left alone,
and sometimes she had missed out on things too.
She didn´t like that much.
Her whole perspective on the world also seemed to be left.
She wasn´t sure if she liked that either because it meant
knowing what is right.
She didn´t know what was right, and she didnt know what was wrong.
She just knew that she didn´t like being left.
Being left was definatly not right.

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