I gracefully skate past you, I scoff and look down at you when you fall, my dark blue eyes looking into yours. how did you make my elite team..? your not gold enough.. your pathetic. I say in a cold tone, I hate that you’re so nice to someone like me, I hate that you still talk to me. I roll my eyes and skate away, wondering why I’m still thinking of such a loser like you
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28/07/2025