Once the chair is broken

It’s legs are broken

Just like my heart

It’s splinters are poking out of the wood

Just like my appearance

That’s what catches them right?

What brings them to shout.

To laugh.

To point.

But I just don’t get it.

Why do they do this?

Why do they judge me like that!

Can’t they see I’m broken too!

He says they’re just joking.

Just go al...

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