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You, you asked for my number. I gave it to you. You text me. You say, honey do you fancy a drink? I think and retort. By text in return. I wish you'd go to hell and burn. "Don't you fancy me"? said he. Retorted that, I wanted not a soul. I need my privacy. He said "why don't you fancy me"? Insistently. Do you maybe think I'm thick. Maybe somewhat sick. I said, "I think perhaps you should be dead". Keeping on at me. Trying to tear me to strands and threads. Told him, that I wanted no-one. Henceforth, ensues a psychological assessment. Why don't you like me? Said he. "Grow up" said I. Don't feed me your insecurity. Currently I'm flying free. Had a gentleman, not long ago. Left me feeling pretty sad. I loved him so. But he's not bad. Poor fellow, he just couldn't do it. The guy who did text, he pi**ed me right off. That imbecile calls me out of the blue. Suggests, may be a night-time of crazy *** Reminded me some more of you. What a prat. I need it not. Go get lost and be forgot. The strange being who talks only by text. Pretends he likes me, but wanting *** I think him rather creepy. He's out of luck. I don't give a f**k. Left happy. Self-respect and dignity intact. (c) Livvi
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
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You, you asked for my number. I gave it to you. You text me. You say, honey do you fancy a drink? I think and retort. By text in return. I wish you'd go to hell and burn. "Don't you fancy me"? said he. Retorted that, I wanted not a soul. I need my privacy. He said "why don't you fancy me"? Insistently. Do you maybe think I'm thick. Maybe somewhat sick. I said, "I think perhaps you should be dead". Keeping on at me. Trying to tear me to strands and threads. Told him, that I wanted no-one. Henceforth, ensues a psychological assessment. Why don't you like me? Said he. "Grow up" said I. Don't feed me your insecurity. Currently I'm flying free. Had a gentleman, not long ago. Left me feeling pretty sad. I loved him so. But he's not bad. Poor fellow, he just couldn't do it. The guy who did text, he pi**ed me right off. That imbecile calls me out of the blue. Suggests, may be a night-time of crazy *** Reminded me some more of you. What a prat. I need it not. Go get lost and be forgot. The strange being who talks only by text. Pretends he likes me, but wanting *** I think him rather creepy. He's out of luck. I don't give a f**k. Left happy. Self-respect and dignity intact. (c) Livvi
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
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