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you's pov
i saw her today
and i felt guilty
so guilty
i bet she thought i
was some mean bully
that didn't care who he hurt
but i did
i cared

but i couldn't even break
the dare my friend had
given me
about 4 months ago
he had said:
"you see that girl
over there?
i dare you to make her cry"
and as i called her names
like:
whale
and
pig
i didn't make her cry
but instead of being
ashamed
when my friends called me
chicken
i was relieved
i'm relieved that i didn't make
her cry
i didn't want my friends to
push her around
and when she ran away
i felt a pang
i never wanted to hurt her

when i saw her today
in the school corridor
her face was pale
she was so... hollow
it was like she was dying inside

i hoped more than anything,
that i hadn't scarred her

and when my friends called me
over to them
i looked back at her
but she had turned away
clutching her thin frame

she wasn't vain and fake
like the other girls
no
she was shy, and just wanted
to be her,
and i loved her for it
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