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ANNO·TRICESIMO·DIE·CENTESIMO·QVADRAGESIMO·SEPTIMO·VITÆ·POVYA
I never expect people to like me, and when they do, it shocks me. I don’t have anything that makes anyone like me, because I’m a very self centered person.
I have made things that may help others or they may love (which hardly anyone does), but as a person, I’m basically what is called a party pooper and mood killer. I don’t make others feel better about themselves or the moments. Why should they like me?
People like those who contribute back something, I always knew that is not me. I hate it and I have accepted it.
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