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what you think of me
How could I have thought for even a minute that I was respectable.
All this time I was thinking I was deserving of love and kindness.
Last thing on my mind was your opinion of me, and it hurt. It ******* hurt.
Look at you, sitting in a seat of power and leering over me calling me shallow.
On further inspection, yeah it was ****** up of me to get fresh with my counselor.
expected to do otherwise? Riddle me that.
Apparently it's not my fault, but I should know better.
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