"Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree. Saying nothing, that's enough for me."
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I wouldn't be surprised if my siblings loath sharing their stuff with me. Who could I blame anyway, I am their epitome of hell. But sneaking behind me, just so they could avoid me seeing them eat some good stuff, thus avoid the chance of me asking for some of it, is a bit too self-absorbed.
My problem has been everyone else's problem with me. I can never be too comfortable around anyone else without having been pierced with surmised words coming from people who are not even an inch close into knowing half of who I am.
I still cannot figure out the reason why no one likes me the way people like people. I guess when the time comes, me and my pride would just have to adhere with one another.
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