They started talking. She laughed. He smiled. But her fear of love hurts him more than she knows. Her walls are too strong and too tall.
But, he gets closer, day by day. He isn't giving up. No, he was just getting started.
Her walls are starting to break, and she isn't complaining.
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Poetry{Highest rank: #222 in Poetry} "They say beauty is to be noticed, so she hid hers." o..oo..o This is the tale of the girl that tried so hard to be invisible. This is the story of a boy who went everywhere with a spotlight over his head...
