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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Dear Sad Person You
FanfictionDear Sad Person You, Please, read this if you feel empty like me. Yours Sincerely -Sad Person Me In which a boy leaves ripped papers in another guy's locker.
