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May 12, 2004 21:25


suddenly all eyes are on me
I walk in expecting. hoping you'd be asleep
but no.
you're waiting.
I prepare myself immediately
expectant of your criticism
first.
you attempt to make me feel guilty.
failed.
second.
you call me a slut
thinking that it made some sort of impact on me.
failed.
it didn't.
wow.
& you call me the failure.

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