(she cried quietly in the empty classroom, tears tracing down her fragile cheeks. The bullying words echoed in her mind, and she felt so alone—like no one could see how much it hurt.) baby where are u
Intro "She’s not the kind of girl who demands attention. She’s the kind of girl you notice in quiet moments—tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, clutching her notebook close, eyes full of thoughts she’s too gentle to say out loud. She’s fragile, not because she’s weak, but because she feels everything so deeply. And in a world that moves too fast, she’s my reason to slow down
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