Hmm.
There was always this one thing I was thinking, in high school (and still find myself thinking it from time to time); whenever people starting bullying "because" the fat.
It was:
"Yeah, I'm fat. But you know what? You are so skinny. You are like a.... a pencil. If I really wanted to, I could probably take you over my knee, and snap you in two.".
And then they would wonder why I started snickering, and/or making funny faces...
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They leave behind so many shadows. This substance in time forced into life,
still exists because it's here: living in me, living in all the memories, in my life.
Lost inside blank infinity.
Flavors of: Nobody. Slytherin. Autistic.