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Another weekend rolled around and I'm not sure how I felt about it.

My parents would be working again.

This meant that I'd be by myself throughout the day.

Leaving me alone with my thoughts and art.

I noticed that I ate more at home than I do at school.

Maybe it was the constant fear that I'd be made fun of.

Most likely by them...

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