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Dear __________,

I never liked you.

I wanted it to go away. I wanted you to go away.

But you're always there.

Like a mosquito, always biting, always there, waiting to strike before I can swat you away.

But you aren't biting. Because you don't care. You don't like me. I'm that mosquito who annoyed you. At one point you let me grasp on, but immediately slapped me when I got attached.

I was left to pick up my pieces alone, while you struck down more, one after another.

So I told myself:

I never liked you.

You need to go away.

And you did.

You left. And you won't ever come back. My walls are to strong for even the strongest, the most powerful person to break down. I have friends and family who accept me for who I am. Not as someone else.

Stay away. You are not welcome back.

-The Mosquito Girl

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