Her hair was blond but now it’s black. Her show size was 4 but now it’s 5. Her handwriting was bad but now it’s good. She was kind of short but now she’s tall. This girl that I know has changed a bit.
When I walk home, I feel left out.
When I walk home, I feel left out. When I see people together, I feel left out. When I eat by myself, I feel left out. When my friends all come over, I don’t feel left out.
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