Insane or insightful

Insane or insightful

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I wonder. Why do we root for the underdog? Oh yeah now I remember! Because we picture ourselves as the underdog and want to see someone as hopeless as you prevail. But why do we see ourselves as an underdog. "But you're so attractive!" "But you're so talented" but- no. We are too used to being the one hated and being the hopeless one. You know if you hear something enough times you'll remember it! Even more so if it means something to you. Well being called ugly and untalented enough times kind of made it impossible to think otherwise! It's funny that the same people who man handled, mangled, and morphed our mentality to think these self deprecating thoughts are the same people trying to tell us it's not true. How can you ruin me and question why I'm broken?!
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