Her thoughts are hers and hers alone. No one sees them, because she'd never bother to write them down.
That's stupid, that's utterly stupid.
Incredibly
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T
U
P
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D
She wouldn't risk that.
They were for her and her alone, but no one would care if they saw anyway. She was NOTHING to anyone, she wasn't IMPORTANT. Only a REPLACEMENT friend when one couldn't hang out that day.
In her thoughts she wasn't a R E D L O H E C A L P
People could t o u c h
her without her
f a d i n g
or
f l i n c h i n g
people could s e e
her soul and
how it b u z z e d so bright
she was sure
the world would go b l i n d
they could h e a r
how u n d i s c l o s e d and i n s e c u r e the scratchy v o i c e she made sounded
She was
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E
She was
R
E
A
L
But thoughts are just thoughts anyway--she happens to liker hers a bit too much, but no one has to know that.
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Dream Syndrome
Teen FictionA collection of thoughts and actions from a boy who lives his life in the wrong body, and the boy who frees him from that cage.
