But it just won't come out.
And, go...
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You know, if it isn't one thing, it's the other. You just can't let me be OKAY, can you?
No. You have to make sure my day is ruined everytime you see me.
Well, guess what? Now I've got something to say.
You're sick. You're a disgusting creation that only barely RESEMBLES a human being on the inside, and I'm so tired of you making me feel like I'm the same as you. The only reason I'm nice to you is because I pity you.
And then, you go off and make cracks about me. Insult me with the most harsh and cutthroat words I've ever heard.
And, baby, I've heard plenty.
But maybe it's not the words. Maybe it's the fact that they come from you that make them so wounding.
I hate you. I hate what you've done to me, and I curse your very name.
I hate it everytime you pretend like nothing happened, and when you do open your eyes to reality, you pick it apart and throw the sharpest pieces at me.
Tory Rocher Community Member 
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