Don't Underestimate Me ✔
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Me?
I know more than I say, think more than I speak, & notice more than you realize.
Don't ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance and my kindness for weakness.
I'm guilty of giving people more chances than they deserve, but not anymore.
Seeing the stupid expressions on their faces after they see what I can really do is fucking priceless.
I can go from lady to bat shit crazy in 2 seconds.
Sorry that it took me so long to show them.
[Not a chick flick story]
WARNING
This story contains extreme language, violence and scenes that some readers may find upsetting.
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