100 Words

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The moment my eyes open, I’m thinking. My mind is running over things, but at least, no songs stuck in my head. My mind is not caught on a repeating record over and over again, and I am thinking again. But I’m thinking too much, and I kind of miss…

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I was only eight or nine.
Already an outcast.
Bullied and Teased.
Evan and the gang.
Waiting for me every day at school,
Elementary School.
I had a few friends, literally.
Ann-Marie, John and Frank.
Frank ran and cried in the bathroom
the day that he learned
I was moving far away,
but maybe,
it was a good idea.
Maybe, wherever my family…

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