The Quiet One

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I've gotten used to being the 'quiet one' everyone thinks I'm just nervous or not a talker. Which is sort of true, I guess.

The day goes by, and finally the clock struck 3pm. I'm so excited, I get to go home and be alone wear I'm safe, wear  no one  judges me. Because it's just me. lost in my own mind, and thoughts.

***I know what your thinking... What? She lives alone.

And the answer is no, I live with my parents and sister but I'll get to them later***

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