the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Never made a scene.

Not like I was protecting him.

I was protecting myself.

They say “there’s no shame in coming clean.”

I didn’t know I was stained.

What gives them the right to know?

Not like they’d believe me.

I was an attention deprived child, why wouldn’t I make it up?

Still, if you don’t “come clean”,

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