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Jul 2015
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 ******* you because they like you"
Olive
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