Wall Flower
I have not been the type to have many friends. I am the wall flower that is a statue at a party a person who feels like they are taking up space. My presence may not be neccessary for some. But I'm here. I'm broken beyond repair and that's really all I can share. I'm loyal and fair but that really doesn't mean anything because I am the wall flower who feels like I'm barely here.
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