Everybody's Looking At You
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MatureOngoing12m
Last published Fri, Sep 15, 2017
Ever feel like someone was staring at you across the distance. Yes? Pretty much everyone has if you haven't been able to tell from one point or another. You probably felt like those people are staring at you because of your new Fall Out Boy wrist band or because of your new Melanie Martinez sweatshirt. Yeah well I felt like that all the time, scratch that I feel like that all the time. I know it wasn't because of my new clothes or glasses it was because kids are gruesome. They judge you, they copy you, they tell you what to do, and then they control you.
Eventually after they were done staring at you they look away they get back to their school work because they look for a minute, and then they'd used to it. Strange enough the only difference for me was those people just wouldn't look away.
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