'i'm ugly.'
'you're not.'
'nobody wants me.'
'yes they do.'
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'then why does nobody ever want,
to come near me?'
'then why do I cut?'
'brandon, why?'
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tears ran down his cheeks,
as he remembered the day,
when his sister,
asked the same questions.
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'melissa.
my sister,
she asked me that too,
once.'
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without a word more,
he left the room,
running back to the comforts,
of his house.
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she never knew,
he never told her,
tears broke their dam,
she finally understood.
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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
