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Dear Stupid,
Do not pretend,
We both know,
I am hated.
Do not think for,
One moment,
That I don't feel the same.
Oh why must,
I regret,
The bad things I've said,
But can't bring me,
Down to forgiveness.
Do not think,
I wanted it this way,
Because I've always,
Known someone would hate me.
Dear Stupid,
What the hell am I doing,
I panic even when I'm safe.
I can feel it in the back of my head.
I know I need to take a deep breath,
But that don't help,
This kind of worry.
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