tears fell from her eyes,
like rain on a happy morning, like salty waters covering the sand.
it was always like this.
she pretends to be happy at school, joking around and messing with everyone
but at home,
at home,
she's just lonely, sad, and desperate for happiness, for love.
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fifty
Historia Cortafifty words | fifty different stories lowercase intended (stories of our thoughts - some are lighthearted, some are sad.) anyone could be the he, she, they, i or you in these stories. [15 out of 50 short stories]
