You wanted to always find something to be mad about, I gave you something to be mad about. You walk this earth with insecurity which makes you a sad human. You can trip, fumble and fall and want forgiveness, but no one else can.
You rarely smile in pictures taken of you by other people, and the part of town you are from people have always told me about your kind. I should have kept all of this in mind.
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