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November 8th, 2015.

Dear Joe,

They gave me 2 weeks before I get taken. They're taken me away from you Joe! 2 weeks!

They believe I'm insane Joe, do you think I'm insane? Joe? I'm not insane! Joe! I'm not insane! Please please believe me Joe! Please save me. I can't leave you! I need to know you're okay! I love you Joe. Remember when I'm gone.

Sincerely, Invisible.

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This time I'm gonna do it. I shove all the letters that have rubber bands around them into my backpack and head over to Joe.

I approach him as he's talking to his sister.

She gives me a half smile.

"Hello!" Joe says. Flashing me a smile, I take in his outfit. A maroon shirt, black jeans. Also maroon vans.

I grab the letters out of my bag and shove them forward.

He's hesitant but eventually grabs them.

Everyone laughs at me and I run away. I ran in the girls washroom.

But this time I didn't cry. This time I looked into the mirror and looked at myself.

I'm bipolar and have selective mutism.

I'm only mute towards guys. The thought of the male sex scares me. But if I'm okay around them I can talk. But it takes about 2-3 years.

But Joe, Joe is different.

Joe makes me feel happy, Joes smile is warming.

Him, himself is inviting.

I smile at the thought of his smile.

He will never be mine.

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