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Oh, how I used to hate thee...
Sensitive--
Why did this happen to me?
Sensitive--
Always seemed so weak to me.
Sensitive--
I mean just how fragile can one person be?
Sensitive--
Sounds like a soft person to me.
Sensitive--
Oh, how I used to hate thee...
Sensitive--
But without it, who else would I be?
LaTasha B. (LB)
© 2015
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