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God I Beg you...stop their eyes from staring at me. Pouring through me like knives. Not treating me as who i am but what i am. I feel like I am locked in a zoo. Like a wild animal that is dangerous if let loose. God I Beg you....stop their endless whispering. Those rumors and those nasty comments. Even the teachers do it!! God I Beg you....why am i me? Harry Potter?! I'm not special!! I dont even remeber what happened. God I Beg You!!! LET IT STOP!!!