The truth comes the unbeauty of a girl who wants to live; dream; find her way out of life. The truth hurts like when someone stepped on your heart and break it into million of pieces. Trust is lost and sadden her. But who's to care if she's dead or not. Wrong or right, we become civil with life and cross over a bridge over to only come to another bump in the road. As the giggling girls go right, she got left, hoping to find an odd yet fascinating way out. She tries but only run into the same giggling girls, who put her down and made her miserable. When friends try to take help, they only go down most of the road before heading to a trail while the same giggling girls, run over her and keep going as she sits back, rethinking if it worth it or not. Sooner she turns around to the bridge and jump into the water, only to drown in the tears the same giggling girls left her in....
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PoetryThis is all the writing, story ideas, and stories I never published I've made throughout 2016
