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I try to reconsider being bitter, but you didn't have to hit her. You're a backstabbing father and a quitter. And as a parent it was apparent that you were incoherent. Your self esteem was barren. Wearing a mask that's transparent. I was oblivious. You told me you were the wittiest. It's insidious. Your personality is hideous. It was ingenious to me, the way you deemed us to be. Your English was fiendish. So much that your seamstress couldn't see. True sense made me feel like I was a nuisance. Like you didn't need my two cents. Now I'm gone for good. Dueces.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
Bittersweet
I try to reconsider being bitter, but you didn't have to hit her. You're a backstabbing father and a quitter. And as a parent it was apparent that you were incoherent. Your self esteem was barren. Wearing a mask that's transparent. I was oblivious. You told me you were the wittiest. It's insidious. Your personality is hideous. It was ingenious to me, the way you deemed us to be. Your English was fiendish. So much that your seamstress couldn't see. True sense made me feel like I was a nuisance. Like you didn't need my two cents. Now I'm gone for good. Dueces.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
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