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No. No I won't.
I'm sick of it, and I'm done. I'm not your whipping boy, or anyone elses.
No one gives a fuck what I have to say until they see they're getting under my skin, then it becomes a joke to push me til I blow.
And I"m powerless to just walk away. Like I need something from ehre. Like I keep thinking I belong somehow.
You want nice? I sure have tried, but I am NOTHING here, and I don't need it.
Tell me again how I imagine and how I melt down. I hope your psychiatry online degree comes in the mail soon. Hopefully before you kill someone.
Deep breath. Fuck taht.
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