✉ Ripped paper eight

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Dear Sad Person You,

I couldn't help myself crying last night. I was watching the roof, where I put some night-shining stars. I saw your face, reading that ripped paper I left you before. You cried. And I cried. And you crumpled up the paper, rudely throwing it into the trash, pretending that everything was fine. But it's not. I let you cry in the boy's bathroom, but I followed you and I stared at your eyes. And you stared at me. And I opened my arms to hold you tight but you got closer and my heart was pounding so loudly. I felt my hands wet and I thought you were close to hug me but you didn't. You punched me in the face, so hard like I would have hold you. But the thing that mostly hurts is my heart. I think you hate me. It's not unfair at all.
Yours sincerely,

-Sad Person Me

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