I looked down at the horrible, ugly shoes that graced my feet swinging slightly above the floor: my sworn enemy.
Class of 2015
Dear You
Dear You By Julia Mercado Dear You, You are the one who never washed your hair, wore the same sweater…
Conversations
I am shy. I don’t seem like the shy type with my friends because I’m the loud one. But when I talk to someone who doesn’t know how I tick, I act like I’m listening while I am melting inside.
Papi
Papi, I know —
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