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Apr 2014
There's something
Odd
That grows
In the pit of my
Stomach
When I get asked
To a party
Or to go
Hangout
Because I feel like
I just get asked
Out of
Pity
Instead of them
Actually wanting meΒ Β 
To go

Because I have
This feeling
That everyone just
Feels bad for me
For being
Stupid,
Ugly and
Not able
To talk well
With people

Because I stutter
With every word
That slips
From my horrible
Dry mouth

And I shake
When someone
Asks me even a
Simple question

Because I can't seem
To put all the
Jumbled up
Words
In my mind
Into normal
Sentences

-e.w.
Emma
Written by
Emma
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