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By the Hyper Chibi Elf. Property of the author
It isn't like she chose to be this way.
This is all she knows and most likely
will be all she knows.
She gets up every morning, goes to
class and to work. Always sitting in the
back of the room, never speaking until
spoken to.
Her friends brag about the parties they've
been to, the alcohol they've drunk, the men
they've slept with.
She looks on with quiet jealousy, wishing for
a moment that she could experience this too,
before reality kicks in.
She knows why everybody likes her, and yet
no one ever includes her, a hope that she gave
up on long ago.
She will never be accepted, will never belong to
anywhere in this world, for she represents what
was taken away from some, and what others
reluctantly gave up.
She is the last innocent, and she knows her
time will come.
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