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More Brush Strokes

I'm not who you think I am
You know, whispers are meant to be not heard
Gossip is for old hens.
Why do you treat me like this when you don't even know me?
I have always stooped people from talking about you, why can't you return my kind gesture?
The person you painted as my role isn't me. But I cant correct you're mistakes without you creating more brushstrokes. I'm not who you think i am
and
You're not who I thought you were



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