In the public eye they?e fabricated you. Chose your selling points to sell. Became an object they can hate or pursue. But no one asked just how you felt. But don? you think I feel? Don? you think I? real? Are you so dull that you don? have a clue? And I don? think it? right, this invasion in my life. No, one day you
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