"Breakfast." Mother gently asks as I step into the kitchen.
"Not today." I say as I grab my book bag and coat. Stepping out the door.
"Breakfast, you need it to be awake."
"I am awake. Good day mother." I wave as I leave for school.
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Please don't love me
PoetryJulia is afraid to be judged. The fear of the pain she would feel comes to overtake her mind. She has become distant to her peers and family. College is her main goal, she never looks back. Even after leaving Ronan.
