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  <title>Comments on 'Wake Up Call'</title>
  <subtitle>&amp;quot;So that's what happened?&amp;quot;

The rumors never stop. It's high school. No one gives a crap what is true and what's not. So all you can do is sit there and question what really happened. And sometimes, you start believing them.

&amp;quot;That's what I remember.&amp;quot;

Landon wouldn't give up. He cornered me and then, well here we are.

&amp;quot;Ahh, I see.&amp;quot;, kinda sarcastically.

&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Nothing... It's just...&amp;quot;, he says this and then takes a second to think about it, &amp;quot;Well, why do you let them control you?&amp;quot;

Why do I let them control me? They are only people without a clue of what happened.

&amp;quot;I don't know... I just do.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;You know Cassie, no one can make you hate yourself, without you letting them.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Well, it's not that easy.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Sure it's not... but you can decide to not let them win.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Yeah, but that doesn't change what I-&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;You didn't do anything wrong. If anyone did, it's them.&amp;quot;

He's right. I just needed someone to tell me. To tell I'm normal. To tell me I'm okay. I needed that wake up call.</subtitle>
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