weareallhumans
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Monday: long brown silky hair,
Dark black eyes, drowning
Me inside of them, my reflection
Dimmed yet clear to see.
Who is, she.
You see that kid
Yes the one by himself
You think he's a nerd
A loser
Or even maybe a nobody
All his classmates trease him
Then to go home
And just get yelled at by his parents
