She always felt that she was never good enough,
Granted,
She had an alright life.
But she always felt that her family was disappointed,
She couldnt do anything right.
She knew she shouldnt be sad,
And hurting herself for this.
But she needed some form of self-punishment,
She wanted to be good enough.
He never asked,
Always wondered,
Always worried.
He felt affection,
For this girl who covered her hands with her sleeves.
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Long Sleeves
Short StoryHer hands were always in her sleeves. Until he tried to hold them.
