I never thought about the girl in the back of my class, as some is wanna be friends with. Her black hair shined in the beaming light of the window beside her, which showed her freckles. Her head never left the notes she jotted down, or what I thought were notes. She was broken, and I wanted to fix her. Let me put you back together... little by little. Piece by piece. Until she wanted me to stop... And I stopped.
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