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October 30/15, Friday.

Dear Joe,

I'm sorry Joe. I didn't mean to do it, I had to. I just had too. I burned my hand. It kills me to see you with her. It kills me to know you will never be mine, Joe it kills me! So I burned. I will never let you see this.

You may know me as the girl with the big smile, but the girl who never talks.
I smile because they say it's the best makeup a girl will ever wear. Well why is mine so ugly? Why doesn't anyone look at me?

Is it because I'm mute? Do they discriminate that? Is it looked down apon?

I don't know Joe. I can't keep chasing someone who won't even take a second glance at me.

Sincerely, Invisible.

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