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Jul 2011
She does it for Attention.
So do I.
So do you.
So stop complaining.

You talk too much.
You want someone to listen to you
Because
No one ever does.

So I'll listen.

I touch too much.
I want someone to reach for me
Because
No one ever does.
So touch me.

This morning,
In front of the mirror,
You picked out that blue shirt.
I picked out this red one.

And we made sure our shoes matched before we walked out the front door.

That's a cute top.
Happy now?

I absolutely
LOVE
That outfit.

Stop being so selfish.
What if it were you we were talking about?
Written by
Katherine Fuguet
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