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Sep 2018
Hello, how are you?
Why are you talking to me?
You know I don't cut for you.
If I had to choose between talking to you and tasting glue,
I'd swallow a whole tub of hot glue.
I'm sure you know I don't like you.
You're lucky were in a mutual place called "work".
So I cant tell you how I really feel.
I would say something like, go rot in a corner or go swallow a roll of bills.
But I cant say things like that because, I'm an adult and I have bills
Just leave me the hell alone.
You're just asking about my weekend for thrills.
You know **** well we aren't friends.
So you do you and I'll do me
We don't ever have to speak.
Oh and by the way.
I'm great how are you?
Written by
Tessa  31/F/Houston
(31/F/Houston)   
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