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Last published Thu, Jun 4, 2015
I have been holding on to this secret for years.
It started at a young age and I never told anyone. I am depressed, angry, and just plain messed up. Still, nobody knows. I have always been that one weird kid in the class, the one that has the teacher as her best friend, the one that is called names, and lastly the one that keeps a secret. But not for much longer.
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