Brettylee
Knock
Knock
Knock
He stood at the door waiting for her to open. he was scared, and he was nervous of what she would say. He was ready to tell her that he loves her.
I just need to learn. People won't always be there for me. The one girl that convinced me my life meant more, gone. The boy would called me beautiful when no one else did, gone. No I'm alone, and I need to learn how to leave this way, alone.
Some people fully believe in him. This god they speak of and his son. I don't believe it. It's just foolish, at least in my eyes.
She sat in her room quietly, Thinking, Telling herself over and over again "I'm not good enough and I will never be. No one loves me, no one cares about me, and that won't ever change. If I left no one would notice and nothing would change." Her thoughts consumed her Like a monster from deep within.
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