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Message to MC

Why are we all expected to just accept everyone's friendship scraps?

And its thought of as being "extra" to ask to be treated with respect.

Why should I bother calling anyone a friend if
I do 90% more for them
than they wold ever do for me?

I'm not going to try to force anyone to be a real friend to me.

But I'm not going to just take what is given to me either.

If it isn't worth my time
I need to let it go.

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