exactly.
i know. everyone would care.
but to only care when someone is gone?
that's so wrong.
why are humans all like this?
they've all got so many things in their hands,
and yet they don't even realize they're there until they're gone.
it's like that for everybody,
even me.
and it sucks,
we humans,
suck.
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Her Notes, His Replies, Their Tree
Short Storyin which a shy,poetry loving girl meets an outgoing, cozy boy, through her writings.
