dirty little whirlwind, i'm pinned to the heart of your swirl.

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on respect.

how much am i supposed to tolerate just because you’re my friend?

at what point am i supposed to draw the line?

all i know is when someone looks at me with a kind of stinging pity in their eyes – with a kind of ‘why do you let them treat you this way’ look – i feel ever so slightly humiliated.

and maybe i shouldn’t.

maybe i’m just being sensitive (again).

but i don’t let other people talk to me the way you talk to me, and i know it’s all just fun and games and it’s just how you communicate and i should take it with a grain of salt –

but it’s that look.

i don’t like it.

not one bit.

all i know is how i feel, and i’ve always gone with my gut.


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