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I remember roaming, silently observing. It was dim, it was damp, it was beautiful. People stared, I remember. Oh, the whispers... "Why is she so quiet?" "I heard it's because her brother died." *"No, no. That was just a rumor Emory started to get back at her for stealing her boyfriend."* "Her best friend is Nicole Dodd." "Isn't she that emo goth chic?" "I heard she's bi." "Same here, and it definitely shows. Ew!" Do they not realize that their whispers are more like yells inside an echoing building Do they not realize that their faces are always judged exactly the same way? Do they even realize that every day they look at someone and they only see the ratty, dark cover and not the millions of stories inside? All they have to do is open it and read and get past the prologue or even the first sentence And then they'll know. they'll know why this cover is so tattered and beaten and torn it's because of them it's always been because of them, for not looking past my cover.
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
my cover
I remember roaming, silently observing. It was dim, it was damp, it was beautiful. People stared, I remember. Oh, the whispers... "Why is she so quiet?" "I heard it's because her brother died." *"No, no. That was just a rumor Emory started to get back at her for stealing her boyfriend."* "Her best friend is Nicole Dodd." "Isn't she that emo goth chic?" "I heard she's bi." "Same here, and it definitely shows. Ew!" Do they not realize that their whispers are more like yells inside an echoing building Do they not realize that their faces are always judged exactly the same way? Do they even realize that every day they look at someone and they only see the ratty, dark cover and not the millions of stories inside? All they have to do is open it and read and get past the prologue or even the first sentence And then they'll know. they'll know why this cover is so tattered and beaten and torn it's because of them it's always been because of them, for not looking past my cover.
I'm tired of the judgement and all of the ridiculous things people say. It's shallow.
calypoc
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
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