dear michael,

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dear michael,

today, I was locked inside a bathroom stall. silent cries left me while I purposely scratched at my wrists.

then you and ashton came in. you guys were fighting about something. I couldn't really understand. I knew it was about someone in our music class... I wonder who and why you were fighting about them.

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