A Small Note

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She cried onto her pillow with the tears not ceasing to fall.

Breathing was starting to be more and more difficult.

She didn't have much to live for.

She wasn't that pretty.

She wasn't even skinny

She was just a girl in the crowd.

She was an outcast.

But her heart beats for that one boy.

He doesn't even know she exists.

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