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xXNightRose14Xx

Published: Feb 13, 2011

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I have blonde hair.
That automatically makes me stupid.

I'm average.
That automatically makes me fat.

I wear black.
That automatically makes me goth.

I'm quiet.
That automatically makes me weird.

I'm autimatically all these things, even though I don't mean to be.

I'm not automatically sorry for being me.

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This has been bugging me for awhile and I just wanna scream sometimes. Labels are stupid and stupid people should go die. End of dicussion.

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