Some people have all the luck in the world. I'm not one of those people. Sure, I was pretty and I had the perfect boyfriend. Then I didn't. In a matter of minutes I lot everything. Everything. I wasn't sick or ugly all of a sudden. No, I died walking across the street. It didn't hurt at first, but that was before I saw him cry. My perfect, strong boyfriend broke down, collapsed. Over and over again he asked "why did it have to be her." I wish I could give an or something, but I couldn't do anything.
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Sweet Pain
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