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Put me on a mantel and tell me you love me.
Because you know that’s what I want to hear.
You let the ideals of the internet take a hold of your judgement.
But it has lost its grip on me, I can’t be fooled.
I’ll let you do your worshipping and your hating.
You’d sell your soul to the devil just to talk to me or see me.
You’d give everything to drain my blood.
Every drop from my veins, onto the floor.
What would you give? Onto this polished, hardwood floor.
Well I’ll take what you have to offer. Chew it up and spit it into your face.
You don’t know me. You don’t know shit about what I stand for, nor what I fight for.
And you’re not going to know, because my secrets are kept safe with me.

Believe it or not, I am an extremely nice and down to earth person.
I’m probably one of the kindest and most caring people you’ll ever meet.
But earning my trust is a very hard task to accomplish; I am very sceptical of people.
I absolutely under no circumstances tolerate fake people or liars.
And as hard as it is to earn my trust, it is even harder to gain it back once you’ve lost it. If at all.
I hold grudges. It’s hard for me to forgive.
But once I trust you, I am one of the most amazing friends you’ll ever have.
I care more about my friends than anyone, id take a bullet for most of them.
But get on my bad side & there’s no turning back.

I’m crazy. I’m talkative. I’m random. I’m hyper. I’m WEIRD.
But the last thing I want to be is normal.
Being dull is something I never intend on being.
Even though I have all these attributes, I surprisingly am diagnosed with extreme social anxiety.
I enjoy simple things and don’t need to spend a lot of money to have a good time.
If someone repeatedly taps or pokes me I basically have a seizure.
My laugh is infectious. I get many giggle attacks. Some that last up to 10 minutes. By the end I usually forget what was so funny.
I smoke, I love it. I drink, I love it. I used to do drugs. But I’m a good girl, yeah?