But there were some accounts I still think about that were even worse. Their entire online presence consisted of ironic facades and hate. I pored over these accounts looking for something good. I spent days pondering them. Thinking about them as I went to work on the bus or shopping.
And to this day I don't know what they expected or imagined I might say? I ended up so angry and sad with some of them I told them as much. Others I just felt I had to "overlook".
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