Self-Righteous
Dear Andrew,
You broke my junior high heart
when you turned into sequins
In seventh
you were a puckish angel
But you decided
Popularity
was more important than Kindness;
that you needed to be above everyone else
in order to be important.
I hated you for a while.
Now I think I feel bad for you.
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