The Diary

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DIARY ENTRY -- 02

19 / 02 / 2016

Words they repeat under their sickening breaths,

Sounds they make just to tear me to shreds.

Would they be satisfied if I finally relent?


I am the school president. I am not as good looking as my friends. I  am the definition of a stereotype. I know. You don't need to repeat it again and again.


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