A New Woman

my hurtful moments with you

I feel because i am what you are.
Except kind of like culture is vice-versa into many different broken bits.
You got them to be with you too.
OK still i mean it's nevertheless a great deal to be treat thee or thy not the same.
OK could that be not the reason.
So many like i have what thy does.
so that is never the reason so i believe it's the other vice-versa thing.
If you don't realize then you are blind because i am great at acting it off and pretending it never hurts my feelings except it really does.
Except knowing typical me i never say a word except good melting things to make you all feel great.
And i am sick of being paper rejected.
You're evil printers blanking me out and i hate it.
So alone i am listening to the sounds of nature an not anti-involvement in a conversation i never get involved in.
I can't fit in anymore and i feel dead stupid talking among those when i am rejected in my face.
I can't talk and look dumb being there like a desperate person trying to find company to shelter me.


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