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Feb 12
"life's just been so hard.
i was bullied in middle school for like, a month straight."

he tells me this. he looks right at me.

i remember when i was grabbed and thrown across the floor
i remember when i was screamed at for trying to walk away
i remember when i was forced. over and over again.
i remember the apathetic glaze over my parents' eyes.

i look right at him. "i'm so sorry. that sounds horrible."

he looks at me. "you wouldn't understand."
he gets a call from his dad, asking how he is, and if he's having fun.
privilege can be hard to measure but like...
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