I fell sick today due to the lack of sleep, even so I still continued on with my day. I sat down at my miniture table and scribbled my confession on a piece of paper so I could memorize it, that's the way I lived just memorizing everything, except they held less to no emotions. Beads of swear rolled down the more as I thought of saying this out loud. I hope he accepts me, I hope he enjoys my poem, I hope he notices me.
I got up, shoved the finished master piece of paper into my pocket and left for my next class.
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Ketchup -book I- knj
FanfictionShe could describe cold and silence, better than any lonely person ever could. She was like a abandoned whale swimming in the ocean, all a alone without anyone to understand her. Suddenly he appeared, like an angel caved by god himself, sent for her...
