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The Kids Are (kind of) Alright

Don't mind the days we don't speak for hours Don't mind if they turn into weeks If you see a scar on our bodies, think nothing of it. Never ask how we got it, just look the other way. If you see our journal lying on the bed, move it to the table side and walk out of the room. If we look frail, smile at us and leave the stove on. If our eyes are red, hand us eye drops and give us cold glass of water. When the principal calls to see how we are doing after a week of not coming to school, tell him we came down with something contagious. Don't tell him we ran away for a couple of days. When my friends don't come over or call, don't think anything of it. If you're worried, don't be. We'll be alright soon enough, we just have to get through all this shit by ourselves first.
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pluto
American
Published
Jul 23, 2015
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#depressing#sad#life#teen#emotions#kids#school#high#alright
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