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Submitted to Contest #330
I cry in the deepest parts of me that no one sees. The tears that once were snatched, stolen from me, still manage to rise. It’s the comfort in the pain that I decide to keep pushing aside. Their taunts kept my lips clamped shut, tight like a grip on a gun. Letting it all go before the limit becomes a blow. Breathe. This is what he told me.His name was Dean Hart. I knew that he would sneak those silent glances my way. Cornered at the side of the school’s building, hidden from where the rest of the students played. There he was. Dean, the lig...
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