The broken girl

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She was heart broken.

She had given herself to him and he left her because he didn't want anything serious.

As she told me her story I felt sorry for her. Even though I knew it would happen. He was a player. He would never be serious with anyone.

She hugged me tight and cried for hours. I sat there. I told her it would be alright, but no one wants to hear that. I could feel my shirt getting soaked by her trears. Her mascara was bleeding onto my shirt. I didn't mind, she was my friend.

She would lash out at him, yet make the same mistakes. She would jump between him and others guys, yet wonder why she felt pain.

I should have seen the signs then, but I only wanted to help her.

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