Untitled Story.

This is a very short story.

This is a very useless one.

This story needs no body, needs everybody’s attention.

This story’s ’bout a girl.

That girl died. That’s not a problem is what everyone thinks.

Death is as I heard the one & only true fact of our lives.

To many, her death is not a problem.

That girl was so depressed, that girl never smiled.

That girl tried to get help, that girl tried to fight.

That girl died, leave guilt muddying this world’s way.

That girl was our mistake, I won’t be calling her that girl if I knew her but again that’s our mistake.

That girl death has a reason actually, she was trying to get a little book but it was hard.

She wanted to read of something  that she really wanted to try.

How to smile, that was the book behind the death of that girl I’m telling the story of.

Everyone thought she’s not worth even the little to get her the book, though she tried it was never enough.

Why that girl was depressed???

A reason or two or even hundred, never will it be fair for a girl not to know how to smile.

That girl died while hold a tiny piece of paper, holding it like holding dear life.

That paper had one word written: A Smile.

Next to the word  happens the problem, when that girl drew a smile.

That girl's Smile

A Smile


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