Target
This target on my forehead is really fucking loud. It calls all those who are hurting and tells them to pick on me. I am an easy target, for I do not fight back. But simply because I do not fight, does not mean I do not feel it. I feel every comment, every insult, every jibe hurts me deep. But you will never know, because no target learns to speak.
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