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She desperately tried to console herself, alone in her room. What else was she supposed to do? Her best friend had just died. The best friend she'd been in love with. Now he was gone. Now what?
The way boys refer to their group of friends. The type of hair cut my father's had since the military. Nothing about this word is feminine in the least... Even crew t-shirts are for men. Interesting.
I wear mine in a cateye. Thick toward the outside, then thinning out. It makes my eyes look less round and juvenile. Everyone notices. And I wonder if they like it. Then I wonder why I care.
Pale and fake, the lights that shine on you while you look at yourself in some store mirror. They accentuate every flaw, blemish, scar on your skin. Giving you a weak pallor. Not something to admire. Making you wonder, "Do I always look like this?"
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