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I don’t know who you are. I don’t even know how you got here. I remember hearing about you the other day, but we ain’t cool. I don’t know what made you think we could share the same space. I don’t like what I’ve heard about you. And so far I don’t like what I see. What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you staring at me? I hate having to share this mirror with you. Your stank ass attitude. Your shit all over the counter. Bowing me out of the way. I’m thinking all this to myself. But dare not would I say. You are the worst kind. A jumbled ball of frustrations and contradictions. I can see your eyes and they’re wide open, but closed to the danger. I’m scared of you and sorry to see…that in myself I see you. Because it’s another side of me.
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