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When i first started dressing how i do, ("gothed up") They were mean; i mean really mean, they’d kick my seats away from me, crowd around me and call me the various of Satan-worshipping ects, then in 9th grade, they sorta just shut up about it, because there were finally intimidating goth-guys to support us (for the most part).
The harassment was rather annoying. "Id love to tap that lil devil-gurl rite thu" (damned redneck)
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