shes the girl, who cries every night and sings the most soulful song one would ever hear. she scratch the insides of her hands and stay hidden behind her tuft of hair just so that people don't see her swollen eyes. she looks at her phone every second minute hoping it would ring and when she realizes it wouldn't she just turn it to silent mode and throws it away. Some days she jumps into bed and talks to herself. Making plans about the future. Playing scenes and conversations.
I know her.
Thank you Misanthrope..
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