Stay the fuck away from me. I am not your savior, your mentor, or the daddy you never had. They're desperate for a fix, but I'll be the one calling the shots. They'll try to take me down, but I'll be the one walking away unscathed. Your need is a sickness, a cloying stench of desperation that I will not tolerate in my space. Don't look at me, don't talk to me, don't even think about me. You are gross, pathetic bastards, and the only thing I have to offer you is the cold, hard certainty that if you come any closer, you will regret it. Get the fuck out of my sight
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