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May 2012
Just sit there
and speak of me.
Look at me out of the corner of your eye.
Make yourself
feel better
about your lacking intelligence.
Think
that I care.
Think
that you're affecting me.
Please, continue to practice this skill
that you will carry with you for your lifetime.
Seeing as it the only one you possess
I applaud you for finding it.
But
while you are wasting your time
on things you
think
you're accomplishing.
I am here.
With the one I love.
Perfectly unaffected by your
attempt
at cruel words.
Isabella Macdonald
Written by
Isabella Macdonald
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