how dare you call me that cruel word when you don't even fucking know me. how dare you tell you friends what you think about me, negatively. how dare you even say that when you can't even talk.
you are worse than me. you are more unwanted than me. you are below me. i know this because you had the audacity to call me such a cruel word behind my back, and mostly likely to a whole group of people.
fuck you. your opinion doesn't matter to me.
it shouldn't matter to me, but it does. just a little bit.
// m.m.
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PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
