There was a boy with a long deep slit across his neck who told really funny jokes.
He sat across from me as a nurse treated my burn and made me laugh harder than I ever laughed. The cut on his neck made my hand shaky, but I faced on my attention on his lively eyes.
All you could hear was my loud voice as my laughter filled the room.
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We Are Not Who You Think We Are
Teen FictionBringing awareness to mental health and disorders. Undergoing major reconstruction. Won't take it down while I'm editing. Be patient. Thank you. Treat people with kindness.
