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I was always such a bitch, I’ll write something about it soon, Something about being so insecure that you’re mean to everything everyone around you, Like some sort of airborne disease, or Parasitic mushroom, Something moldy and disgusting to look at, But described in narrative form. I try to be kinder, lovelier, less jealous, But my friendships are dearer and my relationships are scarce. I love everything and everyone, Except when I cant ignore the terrifying feeling. Nasty work insecurities do to a developing woman.
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