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You didn’t know what I was capable of. In fact, you didn’t know me at all. And I got sick of holding a key in front of you. I got sick of saying this means this and that means that. I should not have to explain what I am about, it is exhausting. You always looked at me the way girls dream of being looked at, but it turned out to be only a wasted, blank stare. I’m going my own way, surrounding myself with people who don’t look at me like I’m some ******* puzzle. I am not a puzzle. I am put together just fine, and I don’t need your bottle of glue to keep it that way.
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
I Kept It Together Until You Tore Me Apart
You didn’t know what I was capable of. In fact, you didn’t know me at all. And I got sick of holding a key in front of you. I got sick of saying this means this and that means that. I should not have to explain what I am about, it is exhausting. You always looked at me the way girls dream of being looked at, but it turned out to be only a wasted, blank stare. I’m going my own way, surrounding myself with people who don’t look at me like I’m some ******* puzzle. I am not a puzzle. I am put together just fine, and I don’t need your bottle of glue to keep it that way.
sarah-greene
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
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