Dont look at me
dont touch me
dont talk to me
my wrists are a little messed up so dont bother asking me why i wear a sweater.
He's the one who messed me up.
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You know that person that can just look at you and send shivers down your spine? Yeah? Well thats what he does to me. But I would never tell him that. It's not like he ever notices me...