she went home crying,
on a particularly,
cloudy day,
like the sky had sensed her feelings,
and cried with her anyways.
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she was lonely,
and with no one home,
she cried rivers,
and waterfalls.
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tears fell as she replayed,
everything that they had said,
it impacted her mind,
and shriveled her heart.
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she cried till she could cry,
no longer,
then picked herself up,
and locked the door.
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perfect imperfections
Short Storyimperfections, who's normal without them? hers were her scars and spots. but to him, hers were perfect. -warning- contains suggestion of cutting and is down right depressing
