dear blue haired girl,
don't be alarmed.
i slipped this in your most recent book when you walked out for a couple minutes.
you know, you're very pretty.
you don't look like you would have to be put in a physc ward.
why don't you ever speak? this is a group therapy, if you didn't know.
you're supposed to talk your feelings out.
i want to hear your voice.
all you ever do is read books by the window seat.
sincerly,
the boy you always catch staring at you
YOU ARE READING
therapy | hood
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