I don’t play fair, a recipe for sweet disaster.

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I am deprived of attention and affection.

𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴..—

Dangling fake entertainment in front of me to gain my attention to then turn around and expect me to chase you is high up on the list for you to even exist in my view.

I’m not a pet, don’t treat me like one.

Palpable chemistry, the kind that makes the room hold its breath.

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Except you wouldn’t know what to do with it.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘥𝘪𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘥..—

You’ll have to try harder to get my attention, I’m not easily impressed.

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𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯..—

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

I turn from you slow because I want the pursuit, every step you make is a trail for two.. Come for me, Let the whole night break.

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You wanted this catch, now take the heat.

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