the world
lea sat in her room writing in her math book. there was a buzzing from her pocket and she pulled out her phone. it was a comment on her last post. she read "boring no one wants to hear about your boring art." she shoved the phone in her desk a tear tricled down her face and fell on the floor. "maybe i'm not the great" she said to herself and she deleted the post
i personaly don't have this problum but i bet we all have had that moment when we let out a mean comment or are the one resiving it. be kind we all fight are battles... don't be a new one to fight
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