You look pass my high school diploma, plus my college degree, instead you find sommething that you hate about me, you hate this and you hate that, let me ask you something do you even know why you hate me so much, you look pass all the things that i have accomplish in life, just to find something to hate about, is it my stlye, my looks that make you hate so much, or is it my walk and smile that tells it all, see i'm not perfect because there is a stroy behind this smile, see your going through something and i can tell, now ask me how i know because i have been there before, lets not forget i once was a little girl who felt down and out.
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