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19.12.09

I hate you. Every time I see you I walk a little taller, hold my head higher, speak louder. I just want you to see how small you are, I guess.

What I'm trying to say is thanks. If you weren't so shallow, ignorant, and unwilling to change, my back would always be hunched when I walked past you.
Posted by NutMeg at 09:07

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