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They try to discuss things, as if they understand, trying to bond, but I avoid the plan, don't get close Aunna, probably just another trap, I might as well give you my face to slap, asking me questions, placing noses in business not of theirs, trying to play it off, like they actually slightly care, wasting your breath, much like my mind, no need, in, a waste of your time. Moods fluctuate, like temperature changes, like crack pipes busting, at how hot the flame is. Over use? Over dose? Save me? Attempted. Not even close. I don't need you to be, a knight in shining coat of white, I just need privacy, and I will be all right.