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Let me tell you something...
When I look at you, I see a FAKE.
A FAKE laugh, A FAKE smile. A FAKE anger- because I know you enjoy bringing others pain. A FAKE sense of politeness. Heck, I bet as soon as you turn eighteen, your body will begin turning FAKE piece by rotten piece.
You have reworked every part of yourself you possibly can- your morals, your personality, your sense of humor. Your hair style and color and attitude change daily- just like the man on your arm.
FAKE.
FAKE.
FAKE.
Your love for anyone other than yourself? There is not any. There is the illusion- the FAKE. You can stand there, and glare at me all you like. You can scream and shout and call me cusses and profanities until your forked tongue turns blue.
I do not care.
Because quite frankly, I will not listen to a FAKE like you.
You are a window. So transparent. Or a gorgeous vase someone paid hundreds for only to find out you are PLASTIC.
And I am oh so sorry to say- and sarcasm is one of two languages you understand, so I know you do not need me to dumb it down- that the only people who will ever stick around for you will be people just as FAKE as you. You will be surrounded by strangers, never knowing who your friends are...
Your second language is lies. You are fluent. But again- you will be surrounded by FAKE strangers who speak nothing but lies and broken promises and gossip.
So congratulations- it is good to see the FRIEND I left behind got to the place she deserved to be.

ALL MY LOVE

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Let me tell you something...
When I look at you, I see a FAKE.
A FAKE laugh, A FAKE smile. A FAKE anger- because I know you enjoy bringing others pain. A FAKE sense of politeness. Heck, I bet as soon as you turn eighteen, your body will begin turning FAKE piece by rotten piece.
You have reworked every part of yourself you possibly can- your morals, your personality, your sense of humor. Your hair style and color and attitude change daily- just like the man on your arm.
FAKE.
FAKE.
FAKE.
Your love for anyone other than yourself? There is not any. There is the illusion- the FAKE. You can stand there, and glare at me all you like. You can scream and shout and call me cusses and profanities until your forked tongue turns blue.
I do not care.
Because quite frankly, I will not listen to a FAKE like you.
You are a window. So transparent. Or a gorgeous vase someone paid hundreds for only to find out you are PLASTIC.
And I am oh so sorry to say- and sarcasm is one of two languages you understand, so I know you do not need me to dumb it down- that the only people who will ever stick around for you will be people just as FAKE as you. You will be surrounded by strangers, never knowing who your friends are...
Your second language is lies. You are fluent. But again- you will be surrounded by FAKE strangers who speak nothing but lies and broken promises and gossip.
So congratulations- it is good to see the FRIEND I left behind got to the place she deserved to be.

ALL MY LOVE