Romeo And Juliet
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Last published Wed, May 10, 2017
I held my arms out for her and she embraced me in a hug.
"I'm sorry about my shirt. You're probably thinking I'm crazy and pathetic for crying and bleeding over a guy who's worth shit," she says. I look into the stall she was in and notice the floor was bloody, and there was a blade.
"Hey, no. Listen to me. That guy isn't even worth shit. You are a really gorgeous girl and you deserve so much better than this hell."
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