"But i am just a FREAK."

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"If i loved you,
Was a promise.
Would, you break it?
If you're honest?"
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Taylor was staring at the beautiful ginger girl. She loved everything about her. Her laugh. Her smile. Her hair. Her voice. She could go on, and on.

She finally had the guts to confess her love for the girl. Today was the day.

She had written a note earlier, and marched up to the girl with confidence. She gave her the letter, pausing to give Ashlyn enough time to read it.

Ashlyn quickly scanned the lovingly made hand written note. She stopped, turning her eyes to Taylor.

"I don't feel the same." She stated. "Sorry."

She didn't sound sorry.

She sounded disgusted.

Taylor was a freak.

And that was a fact.

Ashlyn left without saying anything more.

Tears pricked at Taylor's eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

"If teardrops could be bottled,
There would be swimming pools.
Filled by models.
That's what makes you,
A whore.."

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