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She sighs as the day dragged on. The whole week just has been bad. Have you ever had a feeling in your stomach, like your stomach dropped? The clock ticks as the days goes on slowly.
Tiredness shows in her eyes, after what happened last month she distance herself. She didn't talk much with that feeling in her stomach.
Her body ache while she moved, the drowsiness look in her eyes made it seem like everything was dull.
Across from her a young teen male talks annoyingly. Looking at her watch it's only 10:37. Sighing angrily she balls her fist slowly, time was going painfully slow.
He talks too loud, his laugh bothers her til when she just wants to scream in angry at the fact that he is obnoxious.
Her gum began to lose the flavor as the day go on.
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The Broken Truth
Randombro·ken ˈbrōkən/ verb past participle of break. adjective 1. Having given up all hope; despairing. "He died a broken man." Synonyms: smashed, shattered, fragmented, crushed, etc. {NOT EDITED} [COVER BY @ NFictionism] " I don't care anymore. Nothi...
