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Nov 2017
I am offended at how often you take offense
To the truth told to you without stroking your hair
And offering an apology
I find it offensive that you get so upset with me
Any time I tell you I disagree
The state of offense you're in constantly
Is not offensive to only me
None of us want to walk always on eggshells
I think you should be offended
With your own **** self
Written by
Krista DelleFemine  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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