Teen Rant#1

As you’re holding her face in your hands, whispering and telling her how beautiful she is, you realise you feel nothing.

Your heart had been as cold and numb when he’d convinced himself that his touch set you on fire every time his finger tips brushed your skin. And you’re not sure if it was something to exult in, that you’ve convinced these beautiful souls that you felt something. 

But you do feel, and it’s not just overwhelming pain or sadness, it’s the anger and fear bubbling over the surface of being spurned again and again and again. 


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