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Oct 2014
She was never called beautiful. She never drew eyes behind her as she walked through the hallways. She never got lopsided grins from the boy across the room.
    
     She was always silent through her pain. She was always wishing to find a pair of eyes on her frame as she looked behind her. She was always peeking across the room to the boy with pearly whites and tantalizing eyes.
Bethany Duvall
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Bethany Duvall  California
(California)   
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