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<blockquote data-quote="neroshan" data-source="post: 2644996" data-attributes="member: 8568"><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong><span style="color: Blue">am I pretty enough now</span></strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Boy: What?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Girl: I really like you. And I... I think I'm falling in love with you.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Boy: Ok...</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Girl: What do you mean "ok"?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Boy: I don't like you like that...</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Girl: Why not?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Boy: I can't tell you... maybe another time...</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">From then on, the girl kept asking the boy "Why not?" whenever she</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">saw him, and he kept answering the same answer of "I'll tell you</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">later."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Finally the girl got fed up.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like me!</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Boy: Do you really wanna know why?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Girl: Yes!</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Boy: It's because you're ugly as crap! What's the point of going</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">out with someone when they're not pretty?!</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Girl: But... I...</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone, crying her</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">heart out. Then her cell phone rings.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Girl: Hello?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'll be home from work in a few hours.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Girl: Alright Mom.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Mom: I love you.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Girl: I love you too, Mom.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Mom: Bye Bye.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Girl: Bye</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The girl heads home and once she got there, she went in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Girl: I'm not pretty enough...</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">She set to work, knowing fully well what she was going to do.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">2 hours later, her Mom came home and heard the bath water running.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">She went upstairs to find the hallway flooded so she knocked on the door.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Mom: Honey? Are you alright?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">She opened the door and was shocked at the site.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The bath was overflowing onto the floor, and the water was tinted red. She walked over to see what was inside and screamed. There, her</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">little girl was lying with cuts all over her face and wrists.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Her Mom backed away and was going to run to call the police when something caught her eye.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">On the mirror, am I pretty enough now?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">No one deserves to be told that by someone they love. If you find it messed up then forward this to everyone you know.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">A person's appearance doesn't count. What counts is their heart inside of them and their personality. No one wants to be told</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">they're not good enough</span></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="neroshan, post: 2644996, member: 8568"] [CENTER][SIZE="4"][B][COLOR="Blue"]am I pretty enough now[/COLOR][/B][/SIZE][B][COLOR="Blue"][/color][/b][/CENTER][B][COLOR="Blue"] Boy: What? Girl: I really like you. And I... I think I'm falling in love with you. Boy: Ok... Girl: What do you mean "ok"? Boy: I don't like you like that... Girl: Why not? Boy: I can't tell you... maybe another time... From then on, the girl kept asking the boy "Why not?" whenever she saw him, and he kept answering the same answer of "I'll tell you later." Finally the girl got fed up. Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like me! Boy: Do you really wanna know why? Girl: Yes! Boy: It's because you're ugly as crap! What's the point of going out with someone when they're not pretty?! Girl: But... I... Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone! The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone, crying her heart out. Then her cell phone rings. Girl: Hello? Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'll be home from work in a few hours. Girl: Alright Mom. Mom: I love you. Girl: I love you too, Mom. Mom: Bye Bye. Girl: Bye The girl heads home and once she got there, she went in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Girl: I'm not pretty enough... She set to work, knowing fully well what she was going to do. 2 hours later, her Mom came home and heard the bath water running. She went upstairs to find the hallway flooded so she knocked on the door. Mom: Honey? Are you alright? ? She opened the door and was shocked at the site. The bath was overflowing onto the floor, and the water was tinted red. She walked over to see what was inside and screamed. There, her little girl was lying with cuts all over her face and wrists. Her Mom backed away and was going to run to call the police when something caught her eye. On the mirror, am I pretty enough now? No one deserves to be told that by someone they love. If you find it messed up then forward this to everyone you know. A person's appearance doesn't count. What counts is their heart inside of them and their personality. No one wants to be told they're not good enough[/COLOR][/B] [/QUOTE]
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