"Who's that?" they said. She looked down at them from the rooftop. Tears streamed down her face. "Isn't that the girl from our gym class?" they said. It wasn't. She thought to herself if it even was worth continuing if they couldn't even recognize her. "All those lonely nights, all the scars on my face, all the trauma they caused me, and they cant even recognize me" She thought as she jumped
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Poems and short stories
PoetryHi um ok hi! I am not creative so the stories might be i don't know..boring? But i'm doing my best and that's what matters :)
