Just a passing face on the street. Oh lord, just a passing face, I feel like every look shot my way shoots straight to my sensitive heart. I cower away and try to quickly reach my destination. My hate for strangers grows. I am not fearful or inflicted with anthropophobia, but I have stopped seeing good in all people, and I simply see them for who they are. Call it a gift, or call it a curse, but I don't see a girl's pretty face, I feel like I see who she is, deep down inside-a hateful, jealous, and insecure person who glowers at every beautiful passerby.
Ha, and no doubt that pretty-faced girl you see sees you glowering at her and wonders about your thoughts!
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