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All but One


I never noticed before how much I hated people,

maybe not hate but definite disgust,

it’s this feeling of repulsion,

like a trashy feeling always present at the back of my head,

it’s actually really unpleasant,

I’ll be miserable if this feeling applies to everyone,

at this rate I’ll end up alone,

even though all I want is one person (at least) to understand me,

and as of now, my brain just makes me want to be left alone,

too mighty and annoyed to be bothered by the likes of others.

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