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Why can’t I get an attitude when I’m not invited? Throw a tantrum like a spoiled toddler. I want to shout and complain when things are going awry. I want to withhold my words until things fall in line. I shall carry these grudges until they bury me deep! You’ve ****** me off, so a slap is what you need! I want what you have, so I’m taking it from your grasp, as I walk away joyful; the thought of you is now part of my past. I want to be the pettiest person you’ve ever meet, but I’m an adult; so all I can do is fake-smile and pretend.
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
Pretending
Why can’t I get an attitude when I’m not invited? Throw a tantrum like a spoiled toddler. I want to shout and complain when things are going awry. I want to withhold my words until things fall in line. I shall carry these grudges until they bury me deep! You’ve ****** me off, so a slap is what you need! I want what you have, so I’m taking it from your grasp, as I walk away joyful; the thought of you is now part of my past. I want to be the pettiest person you’ve ever meet, but I’m an adult; so all I can do is fake-smile and pretend.
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
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