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The bathroom is where I go to recharge, let myself cry and pull myself together just enough to define my edges so I seem solid on the outside.
It’s the boy I never talked to who I miss the most. The fantasy of him stays inside the school walls, decaying like a memory mausoleum.
She doesn’t feel the need to endear people to her. It’s a rare quality in a woman.’
