Am I really that alone? So alone that you can't see me? I can always see myself every day, every morning, when I get ready for school: I see this ugly, horrid reflection in the mirror.
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Speechless
Short StoryI'm unwanted, unloved, ugly and a lot of other things that begin with the letter "U." So read the horrible truth of my unfolding and inevitable insanity. Because I don't give a fuck anymore. No one does. So what's the point? Non-Fiction #21 [24. May...
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Am I really that alone? So alone that you can't see me? I can always see myself every day, every morning, when I get ready for school: I see this ugly, horrid reflection in the mirror.
