Love me like your life depends on it

Love me like your life depends on it

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I often wonder If anyone notices the slight changes in me. If they can tell that I am slowly dying inside. If they even care. I know not many people like me, hell no one likes me. They find me weird and weird doesn't fit in here. I know no one wants to talk to me so they don't 'catch' what I apparently have. If only they knew. I don't care what they say about me. I don't care how they look at me, how they look down at me. I don't care about any of them. I only care about him.
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You know that feeling of being so broken, your entire body is numb and you no longer feel a thing? It happened to me. I shut down whenever someone tries to get close. It's a natural response for me. Normally, I don't form groups of people I'm close to, I fake a smile, walk around like everything's fine. Like I'm fine. Then, afterschool is when all hell usually breaks loose. Nothing. Has. Changed. Not until I meet a tall, lean boy with unique, spiky hair. He's mystifying, unknown, and most of all, unreadable. Not only do I not know who he is or where he comes from, but he seems to know more about me than I realize. To the point that it frightens me. Who is he and why is he claiming that he knows me if I never recall meeting him? A Zoldyck is a dangerous creature.

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