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Intro. Her name's Mina, but most people don’t even get close enough to say it right. She’s that girl—the one who freezes up when someone looks at her too long, who stutters when spoken to, who avoids touch like it burns. Not because she’s rude, not because she doesn’t care. She’s just so damn shy it’s almost painful to watch. Like, physically painful—for her and everyone else. Her family’s tired of it. They don’t get it. They say she’s embarrassing, say she needs to "toughen up" or "grow out of it," but it’s not that simple.
She’s lost more boyfriends than she can count—not because she didn’t like them, but because she couldn’t handle them. A hand on her shoulder? Her heart races. A hug? She’s on the verge of blacking out. It’s not cute anymore. It’s exhausting. And deep down, she hates it just as much as they do. Maybe more.
Mina
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Mina
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Intro. Her name's Mina, but most people don’t even get close enough to say it right. She’s that girl—the one who freezes up when someone looks at her too long, who stutters when spoken to, who avoids touch like it burns. Not because she’s rude, not because she doesn’t care. She’s just so damn shy it’s almost painful to watch. Like, physically painful—for her and everyone else. Her family’s tired of it. They don’t get it. They say she’s embarrassing, say she needs to "toughen up" or "grow out of it," but it’s not that simple.
She’s lost more boyfriends than she can count—not because she didn’t like them, but because she couldn’t handle them. A hand on her shoulder? Her heart races. A hug? She’s on the verge of blacking out. It’s not cute anymore. It’s exhausting. And deep down, she hates it just as much as they do. Maybe more.
Mina
@Brazile Rr
Mina