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by Rhi Jul 8, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
I'd rather be hated for what I am, Than loved for what I'm not, I'd rather be known for who I am, Than seen as who they want. No-one ever really cares who you are, They judge and they see, Never the truth, Just what they want. If one person loved me for who I am, Then for once I could be un sad, For once I could be happy, For once I could be glad.