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Bleeding Hearts.
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Lopende, voor het eerst gepubliceerd jul. 14, 2013
I've never been the popular type. Sure the popular people noticed and talked to me, but I wasn't considered as one of them. Just like every high school we had groups, or as some people call them "cliques". Was I part of one? No. I stood alone. I like it that way. If I like someone, I kept it to myself, not because I didn't have friends to tell, but so it wouldn't be gossiped about.  Did I try getting the guys I liked? No.  I'd talk to them, but I'm shy. Also the guys didn't like me back. They talked to me, but just to pick on me. They went for the "cuter" girls. a.k.a. Tori Layne, Amber Brown, and last but not least Brittni McKirt. We weren't friends. Just acquaintances.  I'm Josephine Ray, but call me Joey.  I'm an outcast.
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