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they didn't call you a crybaby without a reason, with those double eyelids that disappeared after twenty four hours, like a snapchat filter gone horribly wrong, they have a reason to believe that you were just an attention whore.

you cried until your breathing became irregular, like fresh air was no longer available in your currency. liquid eyeliner cascaded along the stream of salt that slowly travelled south onto your chapped lips, you sipped it in but you didn't like how it tasted.

great, all eyes were on you. they didn't mean to stare but you were too pretty to look away, with swollen eyes and mascara tears, with lips so kissable (the dark liquid gave it moisture) and cheeks all flushed, everyone just wanted a piece of you to slowly savour, bit by bit.

you felt wanted for once, you attention seeking hoe. they leaped into your bubble, you thought they were going to make you feel loved, a feeling that everyone talked about but you have never felt. they continued to stare at you, with eyes wide open like a predator eyeing on its next prey that would hopefully satisfy its insatiable greed and desire. you closed your eyes, held back the last bit of your black tears, anticipating the three words that you've been wanting to hear all your life.

"what a crybaby!"