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Sep 2014
My eyes sting with tears as people push me away

The giggles are loud
and the smell of rejection is in the air.


They’re pointing and laughing at me
more than usual.


I taste something bitter
my nose stings, like I’m about to cry


My head is filled with the whispers
‘you aren’t good enough’
Elizabeth King
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Elizabeth King  Australia
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