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you carry yourself as you were before.


strong.

i carry myself as the same.

weary.

i was never one for attention, yet it was hard being your friend then. all the eyes would turn and stare at us walking down the hall. everyone would glance head-to-toe at us. all questioning our relationship with each other.

i questioned our relationship with each other.


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