A Project for Better Journalism chapter
Poetry and Stories

5 Second Messages

It passed by in less than a second. I could barely even see it before it was gone, drowned in the joy and care of those who love me. But it was too late, I already saw it, it already hurts. When I go back to try and find it, it is already gone. But I still saw it, I still know what it says, what it means. I know I should ignore it, that it’s not true. So many thoughts but this one will not let me go. Just those 5 seconds they took to hurt me, I keep thinking on it for 5 minutes, 5 days, even 5 years. Yet, not one meant to help me and to say what they mean can silence that one second when someone took those 5 seconds to tear me apart.

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