today he wore a white jumper with little pink hearts, a pink skirt and white thigh highs and pink converse.
people made fun of him.
like normal.
i hate seeing him so sad, tears
rolling down the boys face.i don't even know his name.
all they call him is fag.
and i hate it.
i want it to stop.
and so does the boy.
the boy who likes to sit underneath cherry blossom trees, reading poetry while drinking white roseberry tea.
the boy who loves thigh highs.
-p.l.
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thigh highs // phan
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