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Do not think you know me,
Do not say you know me,
Do not tell me that you understand,
And above all, do not tell me you know how it feels.
Do not ask me to explain why,
It’s my constant struggle not to cry.
Where can i start? How about when teen preganacy was uprising. Yes, she is 15 and yes she got pregnant, so what? Just because she is having a baby does not you give the right to call her a slut or a whore. Do you know her? no.
