First, still no word come my homecoming date.
Second, I was chosen for junior homecoming princess. I wasn't really expecting it, given how little people have been talking to me, but I guess I'm still relevant.
Third: some poetry.
I can imagine her, the dying girl
When I close my eyes I see every conjure of her face etched into my sight
I can see her walk and talk, and smile and weep
My mind conjures up images of her life, warped by my own perception
I feel her pain.
I understand her place; a dying star
I can feel her slipping away.
Slipping like me,
Slipping back into the shadows.
The dying girl and I,
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