To be honest, i am never good with death, hurting someone, ect. My soul is fragile and people dont know that. A lot of people when i was younger, especaliy boys, would point out my hairy arms,legsor anything. By just saying, " Why do you have hairy arms?" or, "Why are you so hairy?" and even, "You have a moustash." realy hurt me. I would always cry and couldnt even mumble a single understandable word. I remember specificly in 5th grade a boy siting in front of me said, "You have hairy arms." and ment no harm. But it did do harm. I silently cried in front of him. I couldnt control it. Tears rolled down my cheaks to my blue coat i started to put on. I looked up trying ti make him regret what he just said. Im pretty sure it worked because the following year in 6th grade, he was acting nicer and mature witch was rare in that grade. But my point to all of this, is to know me better.
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