To the girl. To the girl who lays awake at night wondering if things will ever get better, you are seen. To the girl who stares at her shoes during gym class, hoping that this time she won’t get picked last, you are seen. To the girl who tries to shrink into the shadows, youContinue reading “To The Girl”
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The Loudest Voice
Lots of things are loud. Like fire drills. Like train stations. The city. Crowded buses. Airports. Motorways. Lunchbreak at school. And life.
