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"She is that one extra school book you always buy but never use. She is that song you always skip on your favourite bands CD, there's always one. She is the clouds in the sky, so common they are dismissed. She is the dead flies on a logger trucks windshield. She is that one t shirt you brought that you wore once and now sleeps at the bottom of your wardrobe. She is untitled"
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I'm the girl who sits in the back of the class that no one notices. Who always quiet and doesn't socialize. I'm a social outcast. You can walk right pass me with out noticing. I have no friends or people I talk to. Not even the teachers notice me even though I get good grades and turn in my work. I'm a nobody. No one cares about me; no one will ever care about me.

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