Dear Lexy,
Let's talk about your scars. How did you get them? Is it the whispers? Backstabbers? Accusements? Those fake people?
Did you know that I love them? But please, stop. Let me help you.
Hahaha. I'm a funny guy. Offering a hand to a person no longer breathing.
Hmm,speaking of how does it feel to hear you breathe? To listen to your heart beat? To caress your scars?
Oh, and I don't believe them Lex. I don't think that you're cutting because you're -- quote and unquote -- "an attention seeking whore". Because first of all, how could you be a whore when you can't even get close to a guy? Second, you're hurting. I saw it in your eyes and in the way you try to smile. Lastly, you don't need any more attention Lex, you're a star that no one can't bother not to be envious.
You're my star Lex. But I forgot that even stars get scars.
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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...
