Shredding for numbers. Taking for joy.
Loving to lust. Longing for the lost.
The mad reading guy tells my mum he is avoiding me to dodge my inquisitive mind. Cannot really tell from which conversation, he then suddenly feels the need to avoid my questions. Though it is not a rare occasion as I had once been told, someone believe I am a person of 'risks' when in open conversations.
Which bring me to a conclusion, that people are mental and they are heading to a terrible head-haven.
Except for our M&S family friend, who sends us goodies and foodies.
We are the new pants bomber rats.
Top that weird observers.
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