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Everyone “knows” me.
Or they think they do. My mom says she knows me. She doesn’t even know my favorite color. My friends say they know me well. They don’t know what I go through at home. My best friends say they know me. They don’t know that I’m living an unhappy life. My haters talk like they know me. They don’t know that I don’t care what they say about me. Everyone assumes who I am. They choose to not know who I really am and what I really feel about things.
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