Do you remember how it felt? When no one cared. Your innocence was yours alone. Now your reputation is a shot in the dark and the target shredded every time. Your purity has been wounded. Your name is a disgrace. They spit unruly matters, with vicious words they can't contain. To which it should not matter, your name is yours alone. Your secret sorrows are yours to envy. Which the world can't leave alone. LC

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Always feeling judged and talked about from others. We should start not caring what others think, it would make people a lot happier in life.