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She only wanted to be loved, that's what she always wanted.
She wanted other things too of course, but if she felt
loved, that was all she needed, and all the rest didn't
matter much.
And she didn't feel loved very often, in fact it was rare,
she wasn't the kind of person that people loved, yes, she
had friend, but they tolerated her at most. Boys often told
her they loved her, but those were lies just to get her into
bed, and unfortunately, most of the time she was so happy to
think that someone loved her, that she allowed herself to be
fooled.
Nobody loved her, not even her own parents, they loved her
younger brother, they even loved his girlfriend more than
they loved her, and they adored her baby sister, but she was
the weird apple, the black sheep. She was in her mid
twenties, but didn't begin to study, she had a part time job
that paid her bills  (but her co-workers didn't like her one
bit), and no more, she hanged out with weird friends (since
they were the only ones that would accept her), she didn't
have a boyfriend, and that was probably the most painful
thing about her, she was lonely.
And she didn't love herself, she didn't even like herself,
in fact, she was full of self-hate. She tried so hard to
change, to be someone she likes, but whenever she became
that someone, she felt fake, and that made her hate herself
even more.

The people around her heard her slip out from time to time
that nobody loves her, and that she hated herself, but they
thought she was just saying that so they'd say otherwise,
she was smart and beautiful, funny and talented and so fun
to be around, sometimes.
And since they all kept telling her that, she decided that
they said that just to shut her up, so she kept quiet.

One day she just couldn't take one more minute of living
without love.

At her funeral they all came, almost everyone she ever met,
friends from high school, friends from the army, her current
friends, her full extended family, and her co-workers,
hundreds of people.
And they all came, and cried, and talked about how much they
loved her.







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היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
"במה חדשה"
מתחברים לשרשרת
האנושית !



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בבמה מאז 5/10/01 5:25
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