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Too late ..
There is a little story I would like to tell you but this story isn't what you will be expecting. This story doesn't not have a happy ending this story is about a girl named Lexy. She always dressed in dark clothing and wore dark makeup; she was beautiful, amazing, sweet, kind, funny, and different.
But the kids in school didn't see her like that they saw her as a freak, a loser, an outcast. She had the longest hair and the prettiest eyes they were bluish green and when the sun hit them just right they looked amazing. But you see she was in my English class and I would be the only to talk to her, she told me her dreams of being a famous writer and singer.
But since I was a jock my dreams were obvious but she listened to me anyway. When she smiled it seemed as if the world stopped and freeze in that moment. What you don't know is that I had fallen in love with her, but she was bullied harshly and unfairly why didn't I stop it?
That's a good question that I wish I could
Him: I love you
Me: Lies, you never cared about me
Him: I miss us we had so much in common
Me: We had nothing in common and I don't miss us at all
Him: You know you want me, don't lie
Me: I want you gone
Him: You love me say it!
Me: I don't love you .I HATE you
Him: you mean so much you're the only girl for me
Me: you mean shit to me and yea you tell EVERY girl that
Him: You can't walk away from me
Me: watch me, I'm done leave me alone
Him: I don't believe you ..
Me: goodbye I'm glad you can't screw me over anymore, do me a favor and forget me FOREVER.
~walks away with a smile on my face feeling free~
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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