It's the dark ink marking my desk that rifts me apart from others.
The friends we could have been
The lingering garbage smell that turns the few who were mistaken who I was away, isolating me without a word.
The situation is as bad as being hit; I would rather be hit.
At least I would be noticed.
...Normal
But, the others reminded me that I wasn't, in the worse possible ways.
They would make my gym clothes worse for wear.
Exposing censored parts on TV to the class.
no the world
If it wasn't that, my extra large clothing would be carved with my name.
The labels they've given me, the ones that define me.
Almost like tattoos on my skin to decorate my tattered exposed undesirable body in invisible ink.
Each day being something new.
They think about me
Maybe this is existing.
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Forever Never Endeavor
ContoOnce upon a time, A girl dreamed that the world would be more forgiving than it really was. Once upon a time, A girl hoped to find kindness in people's hearts even in the most wicked. Once upon a time, A girl would weep for the people who have...
