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I can tell that you can tell everything about me. A lot.
I'm not a nice person.
I'm not bad, I'm not that cruel. I'd never do a bad thing to you.
But you're in a league by yourself.
If I told you I can need you, I can want you, I can hold you very close.
Don't even know your favorite color.
Take my word for this, I'll probably hurt you.
If I pushed for this you'd probably hate me.
I can feel so out of place.
You've got nice teeth.
You've got friends who'd probably make fun of a lazy ass guy like me.
Do we really deserve this?