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SEDUCTIVE WENCH!
The world can be overly insensitive at times. This feeling preys on me when I’m all on my own. Walking these corridors, I can feel everyone’s piercing gazes. Ignoring the murmurs and the whispers, I walk through the crowd. All the gazes make it gruelling for me to simply walk. All of my self-awareness is consumed by the thought of being picked on. Luckily, they all are just staring. Nobody has approached me yet, or said anything to my face. If they’d just talk bad with their vicious gazes set on me and not say anything to me, I’ll be fine with it. That, however, is only my wishful thinking. Staring and whispering is the first step to bullying. They are watching me to make me as much uncomfortable as possible. Thereafter, they’ll strike when I’ll be at my lowest. That’s how it happen
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