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ten minutes later
my head was pounding and my hands were shaking as i ran into my room, trying to catch my breath.
i had finally done what i was too terrified to do for months, have her notice me.
and i regret it more than ever.
i took out her painting that i kept behind my bed and frowned. the brokenness of the girl in the picture looks exactly as she does now.
i want to see her happy, but i don't know how. i want to help her, maybe if i would've listened to her and waited i could've.
but no. i ran away, just like i do to all of my problems and fears.
because i am a fucking coward and i will always be one.
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unwanted
Short Storyabout a girl who just wanted to feel loved, but was always ignored. until she turned into the person he thought she would never be. #peopleofsociety
