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Feb 2017
I still think
About the time
That you called me fat.
And the time you said
You preferred girls
With smaller ****.

And sometimes,
It still hurts
That you implied
I was a *****
And the times you actally said it.

I don't know why I still think
About every awful thing
You've ever said to me.

You forget the poisoned lashes
Right after you spew them.

But unfortunately for me,
I still care.
Written by
autumn  25/F/Baton Rouge
(25/F/Baton Rouge)   
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