They gave me a locker.
locker number 505.
It was in the very back of the maze of lockers,
so I couldn't be a 'peeping tom'.
But, I didn't care, not really, something inside
me felt like I wasn't dead for once. Like, the pink
lockers actually made me have a pulse, like maybe
pink wouldn't be the death of me.
As I finished dressing I made my way through the maze
once more, keeping my eyes straight ahead in respect.
Until, I ran into a girl with pink hair.
As I stared into her eyes I began to rethink everything,
pink would be the death of me.
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MYSTERY POV
HE BUMPED INTO ME
MY LUNGS COLLAPSE
WHEN I THOUGHT TO BE BETTER
HE MADE ME RELAPSE.
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Pink isn't feminine
General FictionYou can't be yourself when you're different from everyone else.
