The word whore was written on my locker with a black sharpie today.
The janitor had to wash my locker four times because that word had stained my locker.
People around school thought I was a slut because of what you said.
Whispers can become into rumors.
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Scars #Wattys2017
Teen FictionYou watched me walk down the hallway, limping from yesterday's beating. You smirked at me watching me struggle. Me struggling gives you strength and it gives me weakness. You don't know the scars you give me. You don't know the scars I give to my se...
