He was raped.
I was raped.
He, she, it, they, we were raped.
I type this in the smallest font because it is our secret.
A secret that holds us together.
Only one of them, though.
He held my hand and it was amazing.
I held him, he held me.
I felt like I belonged.
I fell off a tree, and he helped me back up.
If only he was her, and I didn't have to lie.
i've seen love and it comes in a form of beauty only a girl named Kady could ever possibly possess.
I have homework.
Homework for school and homework for not.
I think I'll do the homework for not first.
Then I'll take a shower.
Wednesday is too far away.
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