I sat there. Motionless. Lifeless. Like a doll, no. Dolls have porcelain pure skin, a pure heart, mostly a pure everything. In ways I am like a doll, or better yet, was. My skin is no longer pure, it has blood stains on it, my heart is no longer pure, it's full of poison, my eyes are dull, lifeless. Just like me, just like my soul. I lost my sanity and everything with it a while ago...I wish I could say I miss it, but I don't. I am no longer pure for my sake. Not even. More like for his sake. Harrys.
All I could think about now was how I got myself into this mess, into what was Harry and everything about him. I was in love with a guy I didn't even know...
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Lessons of Love
Teen FictionA story where misfits come out to play, while learning and teaching their own 'Lessons of Love.' "From day one it was like society was this violent, complicated dance and everybody had taken lessons but me. Knocked to the floor again, climbing t...
