The Memory
A few years ago something happend to her in a room with a closed door. She hates to think
of it now but it just shakes her soul to its very core.
No one knows and they only judge her. They dont see through the quiet, shyness that hangs
in a cloud always above her.
They only see a girl that seems to be weird because she doesnt make friends easily. When
the whole time shes thinking "look what he did to me".
How can she get passed that and let people in. She just wants to feel okay... like a normal
teenager again.
People find it weird that she covers herself up. like wearing jackets in the summer.... or
wearing long pants, even to slumber.
It hurts her that she feels she has to do this. Though it does make her more comfortable like
today she might could get through it.
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