She wrote furiously with tears streaming down her face.
"I fùck things up."
Tears began to splash onto the paper, smudging the ink.
"I fùck things up.
I don't know why or how but I do.
Sometimes I fùck things up so bad,
they can't be fixed.
So it is an irreversible fùck up.
I am an irreversible fùck up."
She lay her head on her arms and began to sob.
Her cries unknown by laughter and the music outside.
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Dark Thoughts
Teen FictionSome thoughts that tend to come and go. Not necessarily uplifting either. Bits and pieces of the mind- my own mind. A series of short chapters that may or may not connect. Rated MATURE as this story may contain themes that may upset or trigger rea...
