love, Hate

love, Hate

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It's funny you know, how people's images are so important, you're judged by your reputation, nobody ever cares enough to look inside. If you're known for crying for your mom at parties in middle school you might still be called a crybaby.. You can't control what other people remember or what they think. That's why it's so important. I wish it wasn't. That's how I feel about Blaine. Love. Hate. He's two different people.. What everyone else thinks him as, and who he really is? But how well do I really know Blaine Clearly? How well do I really know myself?
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