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why must i be plagued with this disease?
the disease that will be with me the rest of my life.
where heart deterioration is something you're forced to life with.
damn this disease.
luckily, i can't pass it on to others.
hopefully, i can retain a normal life.
i hate my disease.
i wish i would have never got it.
the disease of loneliness.
She walked into class, quietly. The clean-cut teacher looked at her, and then, with a smirk, pointed at the clock. So what. She was only three minutes late. She's always late to that class, anyways. "Everyone who is late has to sit in the front." he explained while pointing to the empty desk, which was surrounded by zit-covered oily-haired idiots. "No thanks." She sat down in her usual spot, with her usual friends, talking about usual issues. The teacher got a little offended, but started the daily lesson. Looking around, she found a guy looking at her. He was pretty cute. His brown eyes were soft, warming, and inviting. She never seen eyes like it. Her eyes were brown, but they weren't soft, warming, and-or inviting. Hers were harsh and cold. Once they locked eyes together, he saw her eyes; her eyes that were full of pain and sorrow. He then quickily looked down, and never again looked at her. She looked down at her desk, and started to engrave a cross with her black ball-point pen. S
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