Some other girl came up to me,
I've never even seen her before.
She looked nice but I was already in the middle of stressing.
She looked as though she was concerned for me.
She didn't know what to do,
but neither did I.
Slowly, I calmed myself down and she looked relieved.
We exchanged names and then I left.
Rude you might think, but I had no choice.
They were heading in my direction.
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Pistanthrophobia
Romance(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...
