i had enough.
enough of their insults,
names,
threats,
them.
i am tired of them hurting the boy.
the boy in thigh highs.
i yelled.
i screamed.
i think I threw some books.
it's sort of a blur honestly.
all i know, is i got their attention.
and that the next thing i knew, is that every single voice was absolutely silent.
-p.l.
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thigh highs // phan
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