that night, sobbing in her bedroom, the girl found out that no one really cares.
no one thought as deeply into her actions as she did.
I mean, they all thought she was the careless, ugly girl she looked like on the outside.
no one saw the heart of gold she had, or how much she thought about how everyone was
"she's frowning, did I say something wrong?"
"he's crying, with a bouquet in his hands outside of a house"
people could only see her from her cracking outside, but not the inside where flowers bloomed, and where the definition of nostalgia could be found.
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tonight has been really rough, and then found out my dad had a stroke:)