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The painting originated by the painter was not the first element of its nature 
I left because of you. There I said it. I told you it was me and that the creaking trees spoke to me in voices louder than whispers. But it was you. I pined and groveled at your feet as if you held them to the ground,
Feet that are super huge, put me a step ahead of the competitionLegs that are long, lavish and lead me to the futureAnd a head so large, brain that will lead me to be a Certified Registered Nurse Anesthiest
You Stole from me something important Before I could understand to cherish it You  Lashed out at me For my overwheming emotions You Made me become Hateful of myself.....
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