Dear Bathroom stall,
You may wonder why my name is on your walls, I can't explain it very well as it made me feel lost. Back in 6th grade I always saw people's names on that same wall, and having to be talked about down those halls. I was never caught up with the rumors because I was mainly a lonely loser. In tell 9th grade of Highschool, I became the rumor. I can't vividly remember the mess I made, but I think it was in September, it has cause me trouble but it's not my fault for people having their own problems. I learned to hide behind the moon because it always felt like my room. I remember the river I created in the bathroom, telling myself it's going to be all over soon. The days I would walk away trying to hide my face, trying my hardest to copy and paste. I can't remember what I did, but maybe if I could I would have disappeared before that incident. Dear bathroom stall, you may be wondering why you can hear my name through those walls, it's probably because now I'm the talk of it all.
Sincerely,
My name.
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