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An Open Letter to…
A response to the recent fashion, victim-y and self-obsessed, of open letters
Dear Mean People,
You don’t know me but I know you hate me
Because you are not me so I hate you
Even though I don’t know you, but you hate me
For not being as kind and loving as me
So I forgive you, you Facs…Fascs…Fascists
For not thinking and feeling just like me
You just don’t understand my special needs
How my soul is a flower that always bleeds
Because your jack-boots stomped all over my heart
And I’ve got a degree; respect my smart
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