How come the images of me you see and the posts of me you read create a character of me? It's all in your head (you know that, don't you?) and you see what you wanna see. You think I'm sexy; you think I'm femme fatale; you think I'm lesbian; you think I'm easy; you think I am a man-hater; you think I'm free; you think I'm available; you think I'm mistress; you think I'm little; your think I'm depressed. I'm not that woman.
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