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I am an outcast. Not one of those outcasts who hang out in a group of other outcasts. I am alone, totally alone. No one hates me, no one likes me, I am invisible in this school. Half the time teachers forget I'm in the class. I always sit in the back and never say a word. Sometimes I go to school functions but I always leave because I don't see the point. No one remembers my name and if I never went back to that place no one would care. No one would remember. I'm dispensable, if I was never born the world would neither be better off or worse because I have not and will not leave an impression on this world. I will glide through life, graduate, get into college, graduate from there, get a mundane job in a big company where no one will know me, have a bunch of cats and no one will remember me. Only my parents will care. Because I am an outcast.
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