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Sep 2010
Oh,
****
you.

I don't give a ****
about what's wrong
or
what's right

what you think about me,
or my acts,
or my
kind.

oh,
*******.

with your giggling
and
your condescension

I really don't give a ****
but that's a lie,
because
I wrote this poem
didn't I?
Overwhelmed
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   Ziaa and Annabel
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