She was a pianist. she played tunes that brought tears to the people who listened.
Her fingers were like the stars to a night's sky. Once she attached her hands to the keys. Once her hands felt the piano beneath her.
they wouldn't leave.
She had to play, it was her way of coping with everything wrong about her self.
The girl, this amazing girl struggled to see anything good about her self, Thought her body was wrong in everyway. Of corse, this wasn't true she knew deep, deep down she was better than the self hatred and thoughts that she drowned herself in. she just needed something to convince her she was better than her thoughts.
She lived in doorm 83 and wherever she walked she had a bounce in her step and a song in her head.
((edited like four times now because I'm not happy with this at all rip :p))
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Short StoryIt was late at night, about 4:30 am I think. I couldn't sleep because the noise was so loud. So I marched over next door. Slippers, pjs and all. I banged on the door as hard as I could until they answered. "Hey can you keep it down" He looked me u...
