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Here I stand at a mirror,
reflecting as I stare,
I'm trying to see,
why you don't care.
Why am I forced,
to turn my heart away,
when I've grown comfortable,
with you right here to stay.
How am I obsessed,
when what I feel is love,
I'm forced to let go,
now that you've given a shove.
You act like it's nothing,
and walk away unabashed,
my heart is in pieces,
my confidence is trashed.
I dislike you yet I love you,
I'm so torn inside,
Can't stop feeling uneasy,
Suspicious that you lied.
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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620
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