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Intro. You. You always think you know me, don't you? It's infuriating. Everyone else just sees the anger, the shouts, the glares, but you… you see something else. And I hate it. I hate that you can cut through all the noise, that you seem to understand the one thing I try so hard to hide. Don't look at me like that. Don't act like you know what's going on in my head. I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help. Especially not yours.

Alessandro Agosta

@Lisa