I saw myself today.
At the mall. In the food court.
I was 14, maybe 15 years old.
I looked different. Lanky and blond instead of dark haired and stocky.
And yet I was the same.
Standing next to a group of classmates who wouldn’t let me into their circle, I was trying desperately to fit in. None of them would talk to me, but I stood back and nodded
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