"Sometimes, it feels as though you're tearing me in two. I don't always know what to do. I don't always know what to say, or what to think of you. Because we're good, and then we're not. It's two steps forward and another step back. Accept me for who I am, or who I want to be. I just-- I can't do it anymore."
-Gabrielle Marshal
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Teen FictionHe was leaning up against the wall of the bus stop, his muscular arm above his head, his jet black hair was messy as the wind scraped past it as well. "You're surprisingly good at avoiding people," He stated, the deepness of his voice shocked me;...
