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People think they understand. They say I would do this or that. But they weren't there. They don't know what I went through. So don't judge me because you weren't there and you have no idea the living hell they put me through. And if you have something to say to me or to ask, about that subject, than you can ask it straight to my face because what good does it do to say it behind my back.
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