A plea I would think it to be, to be left alone and drown in sadness. Yet the irony in all these is hoping you'll still stay, even if it's just for a little while more.
I cannot read you, because I don't even know you. I only know your words, and your words are what attracts me most. I am trying to draw this line, deleting everything (yet showing an air of tolerance that I am not the least envy at all, that I'm sore about it all). But you come back.
You come back because... ?
I am a novelty.
I want you to leave me alone so badly, let me be. But, don't. Stay.
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