What do you think of my poem?
fools.
that's are.
f*cking fools , know it. admit it?
oh, no.why want ruin reputation that?
why want world know did me?
why need know how treated me?
how bruised me? crushed me? made me feel worthless, nobody? told me wrong?
how pushed me off edge , didn't bother pull me until late?
no.
nobody needs know that.
damage has been done. there no use in reinflicting it.
besides.
i'm better now, aren't i?
i've been reassembled , repaired.
scars faded , gone.
i'm not around anymore.
i'm gone lives completely.
there's no need let know.
fools. that's are. f*cking fools , know it. admit it? oh, no.why want ruin reputation that? why want world know did me? why need know how treated me? how bruised me? crushed me? made...
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