July Eleventh

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even now, a whole year later,
i can still feel their eyes on me,
glaring at the back of my head
from across the room.

to this day,
i don't know what i did
to make them hate me so much.

because i was just a kid,
and they are immature adults
who need to get over themselves.

- a.g.h.

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