It's two months now and she hasn't been here for a week.
I don't know why I worried about her, but I did.
I found myself at her house.
Her mom said she was sick with the flew.
She let me see her.
When I went upstairs,
She was cutting herself.
I yelled at her smacking the razor out of her hand.
It cut my palm.
I didn't care.
She tried to get the razor but I held her in my arms.
She yelled at me to let her go.
I didn't.
She cried in my chest.
I soften out her hair.
After she calmed down I let go of her.
She reminded me of you, when I held you in my arms.
I bet those tears were fake,
Just like you.
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The girl with pink hair *old version*
Teen FictionShe always sat in the back of the class with her head in a book. He had always noticed her, she never noticed him, until one day. Until one day that he saved her , and sees her for who she truly is. She is, The girl with pink hair.
