After cleaning my closet I found my Mickey Mouse shirt. It used to be one of my favorites, and I loved it so badly, it fit me so well and looked so nice on my, unfortunately not anymore. I feel so angry about it! I have to destroy it, no way I'm letting ever somebody to take it to wear and look better than me. This shirt used to be so posh, so sexy, and so fit, not anymore. I'm totally destroying it, rip it in pieces.

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