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All my loose ends.

I cant seem to get over the people in my past, the kids who called me fat, who dont remember my name but I remember there's Robert who preferred Rob, Nicholas who preferred Nick, They decided that I was a target and I let myself be one. I let it hurt me. I got told in therapy that I am too old now to care about it, something that happened when I was 12, "in the heat of puberty" "boys always make fun of girls, its a centuries old happening" "Sometimes boys are hard on you because they like you"
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