She loved to help people more than anything so, with her she carried a box of Band-Aids. The we're like no other for they helped heal the hearts of the weeping, broken, or any other kind of sad.
As time went on, the box became grew to be empty and someone came to her in ask for help. To help the poor soul, she took her own and gave it away and the person ran off without a word of thanks.
The girl was left broken so she thought, I've helped so many, there's bound to be one to return the kindness! Her faith was strong, but the people were not as pure as she was and left her to suffer crying and pleading the words, "Please! Someone please help me!"
Her heart broke further and she died of a broken heart.
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Late Night Thoughts
SonstigesThis is mostly stories that are used rant without directly ranting. It makes me feel much better so I don't really care that no one reads this. As long as I'm happy, nothing else matters. (That's a total lie. I'm way more caring than I should be.)
