Wo bleibt mein Happy End?
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Eine kurze Liebesgeschichte
Leise.
Sie fällt nicht auf.
Sie hat gute Freunde.
Ist in der Schule nicht die Beste.
Hat einen Freund.
Sie ist glücklich.
Ihr Leben verändert sich.
Posys Geschichte ist anders.
Sie verliert ihr Lächeln.
Ihr Selbstvertrauen.
Ihre Haare.
Aber ER sieht sie an, wie es kein
anderer würde.
Sie versteht es nicht.
Und geht.
Leise.
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