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Plaster

She runs home every day to cry, yet no one notices. Her parents hear her sobs, yet ignore them and embrace the act she plays in the real world. The fake smiles satisfy everyone... but herself. So she weeps, alone in her enormous room with no one to truly call a friend. Even at school, when her so-called "friends" surround her, she stands alone. Her only companions are the tears collecting at the corners of her eyes almost 24/7. The hate of her life wells up inside her to a capacity. A limit that nobody cares to notice! And one day, when all seems well, her facade will come crashing down.




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Darian H. said...
Mar. 16, 2011 at 9:55 am:
Wow, deep.
 
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