she had realised,
with a sudden wave of emotion,
with her face ugly,
her wrists drawn on,
and her hair too wavy for her liking,
she was going to be lonely forever.
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who wants something to do,
with someone who paints so much?
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but what about brandon,
a voice said in her head.
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what about his warm smile?
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what about his kindness?
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no,
she convinced herself,
brandon only pitied her,
for being casted out by society.
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she locked herself,
in her room.
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if she was going to be,
lonely forever,
she might as well,
get an head start.
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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
