I had to respond without responding.
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I never felt as much hatred for a stranger
As I did that night
When she arrogantly grabbed your face
Looked challengingly at me
And kissed you
Men and women alike
Seem mesmerized by her nonchalance
But I see that backbone
For the uncertainty it really is
Because I can be sexy
Without flaunting my sexuality
And I can feel loved
Without making people love me
So I regret that conversation
About blazers and flowers
When she rudely tried to kiss me
The first night we met
Because I see her
For the wretched person
She truly is
And I am unimpressed
i hope this is about who i think it is about. because i feel the exact same way.
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