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head down.
sleeves pulled over.
eyes shut.
keep walking.
uni has gotten to the point where
it's absolute hell to walk through.
everywhere i go, i'm getting
stared at.
why do i have to be
the center of attention?
because you're a freak.
I bite my lip, restraining the tears as
i walk a little faster.
then my body collides with another.
i land on the cold, hard floor with
an exasperated gasp,
the wind leaving my lungs.
"i'm so sorry, i wasn't-" then the
boy stops speaking.
i open my eyes, blurred with tears,
looking up to see harry.
the schools biggest punk.
"g-get away from me." i cry, scooting backwards
so i'm out of his grasp.
i pull my heavy body off the ground,
scanning his face one last time
before turning around, dusting
my bum off.
i can't help but wonder.
why did his face fall
when i moved back in fear?
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flower crown » wroetostar
أدب الهواةthe flower crown was all it took to give me hope, but it was too late. [ wroetostar au ] trigger warning.
