i didn't want to write.

crushed glass outlined her eye, don't make a wrong move little girl. your concequences are dire. your vision impaired. you only called to say goodnight. no need to fight. with fevor on her mind, she watched it wash away, with every lousy tear. her hands still aren't clean. still feeling the way his fingers felt entwined with hers. she lays down swallowing countless doubts. breathe in. she can taste him on her pillow. eyes shut. "tonight was just a bad one," she thought.
...
"i love you." she whispers."but you won't even notice me."
TOMORROW WAS BRIGHT. AND SHE'LL WISH ON A STAR some other time.

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