Sometimes I hate people, I hate myself. I hate boys, 'cause they think I'm a beautiful stuipid barbie, pretty dull girl. I hate girls- 'cause they think I'm clever barbie-girl, smart dall, witch people can play. But why, why only one person can understand me? Why people want to look only on my body? Why they do not want to read my soul?
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