Do you even remember who you are?
You have changed so much and yet so little.
You look like trash and treat your friends as such for what?
The pleasure of seeing their pain?
You're sick and you make me feel that way.
You care so little, yet "create" so much.
I can't help but wonder what you see in your reflection.
So dim. It probably hurts your eyes.
I hope I never see something like you in mine.
It'd kill. You're dead. Inside.
You're harsh, you're fake, you're mean.
You can't read this though.
Readers are feelers and feelers have to open their hearts.
Do you have one?
I have my doubts.
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