She used to talk to herself whenever her mother left her in the center of the four corners of the room
She used to talk to herself to served as her own company and friend.
She cried and cried but comfort herself alone.
In the darkness.. with no one but herself—
No one loves her. No one did.
She’s scared going to school
She’s scared of being teased of.
She’s scared of being a being and being seen.
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