I Should've Told Her
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- Votos 11
- Partes 2
Everyday she wore black. Black hoodie and black jeans. Her face always held a blunt expression. She almost never talked, she would only talk to me but would not say much. One day my life changed for the better and the worst.
[If you are sensitive and/or get triggered by depression, self harm, or suicide I would suggest you not read this very short story]
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