I never colored my hair
I parted it down the middle
My glasses were always *****
I never wore makeup
Hoodies were my closest companion
My ***** had not yet grown
My **** what flat as a table top
I didn't really have friends
My only escape was self harm
Baggy clothes were all I wore
I barely ever spoke
I held more secrets than I could count
I was miserable.

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