Go. Away.
Fuck you.
I tried to make a point and you started to kiss me right after saying I talk too much. I was just trying to make a point; a point that would save us all this bother later on. And look what happened, I'm irritably attached to you like those campaign posters plaguing the street walls during May of every six years. Worn out and faded, some part of limb dangling to catch the dust of the street, and yet hopelessly plastered to a dirty wall that mayhap endured all that has come to pass including those that should've been avoided.
You will teach me to take drugs. To gamble. To embezzle. And you make it seem fun.
You went out on a date the day after we did, and two days after we got back from that decency-forsaken island. If i remember correctly, your words were "I'm going out with a friend". Bah! And after that date, you dare to call me? And ask me if it's okay that you date? Of course it's okay. It's okay coz either (1) I'm smart enough to know that I shouldn't trouble myself with the likes of you, or (2) I'm too stupid to demand what I deserve and I just let you be for fear that you will go away. You're worse than coke...you make yourself indisposable, addictive, and make me imagine things. You're the worst hallucination I've ever had.
But it was a great shag, wasn't it?
I tried to make a point and you started to kiss me right after saying I talk too much. I was just trying to make a point; a point that would save us all this bother later on. And look what happened, I'm irritably attached to you like those campaign posters plaguing the street walls during May of every six years. Worn out and faded, some part of limb dangling to catch the dust of the street, and yet hopelessly plastered to a dirty wall that mayhap endured all that has come to pass including those that should've been avoided.
You will teach me to take drugs. To gamble. To embezzle. And you make it seem fun.
You went out on a date the day after we did, and two days after we got back from that decency-forsaken island. If i remember correctly, your words were "I'm going out with a friend". Bah! And after that date, you dare to call me? And ask me if it's okay that you date? Of course it's okay. It's okay coz either (1) I'm smart enough to know that I shouldn't trouble myself with the likes of you, or (2) I'm too stupid to demand what I deserve and I just let you be for fear that you will go away. You're worse than coke...you make yourself indisposable, addictive, and make me imagine things. You're the worst hallucination I've ever had.
But it was a great shag, wasn't it?
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