April 26th, 2016
I walked into class.
Hid my face.
I was found.
Lexi told me I would never be good enough.
And I believed her.
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Weak
Short Story"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, But the silence of our friends." ~Martin Luther King Jr. There was nothing I could do. There was nothing we could do. It wasn't our fault. Or was it, really? ...
