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Always explain that there is more than meets the eye, and don't rush to judgement to color your opinion too quickly. I was thought to be stuck up. I wasn't. I was just sure of myself. This is and always has been an unforgivable quality to the unsure. Yesterday I tried to paint you but the colors weren't clear enough. The more you ignore me the closer I get, you're wasting your time. We see ourselves in everything. We assign identities and emotions where none exist. Who I am is irrelevant, I'm just a piece of you. If who I am matters less, maybe what I say will matter more.