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They conscending us, but we don't. They are partial, but i am not, Their imperfection is like my perfection. They shove us but still stand. They notice our mistakes but never notice the agony,sadness or tears. Some may mock you Some maybe nostalgic so that you could be sheepish. When you want to isolate,they gossip. Life is complicated nothing you do can impress them. Just hone your skills.

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