I didn't think you would become the person I avoided. The person I couldn't make eye contact with, or the one I cringed whenever I thought about. I thought it would be happy memories not confusion and guilt. I was wrong. I was really wrong. This isn't my fault, I hope you know. You decided to be immature when I thought we could go on co existing in harmony.
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No FicciónHow I am is simple really. Who I am- even more so. 'You' is keeping this anonymous. I speak about many people here, people of various genders, and relation to me.
