-This Time of Year-







He didn't walk in the same entrance. There was a new shame.

"I tried to help"

"I know you did. It just wasn't enough"

"Should I keep trying?"

"I think it's time I just gave up"

And she left. He looked around, watching everything go on in slow motion, just the way he felt. Everything was in slow motion..there was no speed, no light, no laughter.

Everything he smiled about, was fake.
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Well, there's a feeling in the air
Just like a Friday afternoon.
Yeah, you can go there if you want
Though it fades too soon.



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"John?"

A cold shiver raced down his spine, as he closed the locker shut.

"John? Can you help me?"

It had taken her so long to even admit that she needed help, his help to top everything off. She would look away, look at the floor, something behind him, and bit down on the side of her lip.

"I can't figure it out"

He liked being her hero.
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So go on, let it be.
If there's a feeling coming over me,
Seems like it's always understood this time of year.



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He needed to be someone's hero. If only their eyes weren't empty.

And the day would go on. He looked at the clock every now and then, wondering what she was doing, who she was with...and let the thought pass.

Because he couldn't dwell. There wasn't enough time.
He wanted to be someone's hero.

He needed to be needed. Only she didn't need him anymore.

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