Short Stories

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There once was a girl.
No one loved this girl.
No one cared for this girl.
No one thought for this girl.
She'd lay awake at night hoping,
praying that the next day would be better. She would no
longer be invisible to her peers.
This went on for days, weeks, years.
Wishing and crying out for help but no one would listen.
No one would thought for her.
No one cared for her.
No one loved her.
Except one thing. One very special thing that she had learned to soon love back. Do you know what that thing was?

That thing was death.