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<blockquote data-quote="fumez" data-source="post: 3506286" data-attributes="member: 70"><p><strong>Let this not happen to any one else in this world as face or look is nothing...........</strong></p><p><strong>Read This………………..</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Girl: Hey</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Boy: What?</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Girl: I really like you. And I... I think I'm falling in love with you.</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Boy: Ok...</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Girl: What do you mean 'ok'?</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Boy: I don't like you like that...</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Girl: Why not?</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Boy: I can't tell you... maybe another time...</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">> From then on, the girl kept asking the boy 'Why not?' whenever she saw him, and</span></strong></p><p> <strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">he kept answering the same answer of 'I'll tell you later.' Finally the girl got fed up.</span></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like me!</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Boy: Do you really wanna know why?</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Girl: Yes!</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Boy: It's because you're uglier than fu**! What's the point of going out with someone when they're not pretty?!</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Girl: But... I....</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">> The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone, crying her heart out. Then her cell phone rings.</span></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Girl: Hello?</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'll be home from work in a few hours.</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Girl: Alright Mum.</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Mum: I love you</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Girl: I love you too, Mom.</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Mum: Bye Bye.</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Girl: Bye</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">> 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></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Girl: I'm not pretty enough...</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">> She set to work, knowing fully well what she was going to do. 2 hours later, her</span></strong></p><p> <strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">Mom came home and heard the bath water running. She went upstairs to find the</span></strong></p><p> <strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">hallway flooded so she knocked on the door.</span></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Mom: Honey? Are you alright?</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">> She opened the door and was shocked at the site. The bath was overflowing onto</span></strong></p><p> <strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">the floor, and the water was tinted red. She walked over to see what was inside</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">and screamed. There, her little girl was lying with cuts all over her face and</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">wrists. Her Mom backed away and was going to run to call the police when</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">something caught her eye. On the mirror were these words written in blood:</span> <span style="color: Red"><span style="font-size: 12px">'Am I pretty enough now?'</span></span></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">> No one deserves to be told that by someone they love. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">> A person's appearance doesn't count. What counts is their heart inside of them</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: SeaGreen">and their personality. No one wants to be told they're not good enough...</span></strong></p><p></p><p></p><p><img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/sad.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":(" title="Sad :(" data-shortname=":(" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/sad.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":(" title="Sad :(" data-shortname=":(" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/sad.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":(" title="Sad :(" data-shortname=":(" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="fumez, post: 3506286, member: 70"] [B]Let this not happen to any one else in this world as face or look is nothing........... Read This……………….. Girl: Hey 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... [COLOR="SeaGreen"]> 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.[/COLOR] 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 uglier than fu**! 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! [COLOR="SeaGreen"]> The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone, crying her heart out. Then her cell phone rings.[/COLOR] Girl: Hello? Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'll be home from work in a few hours. Girl: Alright Mum. Mum: I love you Girl: I love you too, Mom. Mum: Bye Bye. Girl: Bye [COLOR="SeaGreen"]> the girl heads home and once she got there; she went in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.[/COLOR] Girl: I'm not pretty enough... [COLOR="SeaGreen"]> 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.[/COLOR] Mom: Honey? Are you alright? [COLOR="SeaGreen"]> 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 were these words written in blood:[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"][SIZE="3"]'Am I pretty enough now?'[/SIZE][/COLOR] [COLOR="SeaGreen"]> No one deserves to be told that by someone they love. > 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][COLOR="SeaGreen"][/COLOR] :( :( :( [/QUOTE]
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