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May 3, 2011
By Anonymous

I am chill
Something that does not happen often
And here you go, pulling me down from
My clouds
With your nit picking control freak ways
It seems as if you are always looking for trouble
I can never please you
You’re starting a fight
Because in your warped mind, I am wrong and
You’re right
……
but if this is my mind, my body, my time
how can you say what is right for me
when it comes to my happiness and pain
you can’t see what I see
I understand your point
But step the F*** off
It’s like you always told me
“no one can look out for your best interest but you.”


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