Why Do they? Walking in the hall,they all stair,making me feel like more of an outcast than I already am. I go home and let the yelling,ridicule,and torture begin, they don't say sorry or I love you. They don't see the harm they cause. They don't see the pain or feel it like I do. Why do they do so? Why do they?
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