Dear Lexy,
Guys rarely notice you. You're not the type of girl that dudes always look at; you're worth more than a stare and a number.
You don't know how many guys wanna get serious with you. They want to be in your life forever (if there's such thing), and that's whats threatening.
The funny thing is, I'm one of them.
What if I'm not the only one writting you this letters?
No.
I'm the only one who does, I'm sure of it.
How did I know, you'd probably ask.
Because I'm the only one who's really in love with you.
The one who notices the story of the numerous scars on your wrist that other people concluded as something to attract you attention.
You already have that, Lex. And they don't know it.
Calvin
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Short StoryLexy killed herself thinking that she was nothing but a burden to everyone. She thought she was hated, despised, because of the facade she built that's unlike the others; she pretended to hate everyone. While in truth, she hated herself. And Calvin...
