Near my house in the golden hour.
Near my house in the golden hour.
I always feel singled out of the crowd.
I wonder why they chose me.
I wonder why they don’t pick on anyone else when I am around.
Rumors.
They suck.
I had one about me
That I was dating a girl that I was just friends with
But according to middle school boys that means that we are
I find myself both fearful and mad
At the outcome that happened on November 5.
I find myself wanting to curl into a ball and hide from it all for four years.
But I can’t.
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