Oh no not you, sorry.
But you- come here tomorrow.
You know who you are.
I call upon the forces of nature.
Because it will always be there, even when I'm dead.
I make friends.
I filter friends.
I establish my paradigm.
When I meet people I learn things.
When I learn things I become weary.
Therefore, meeting people makes me weary.
I'm just a lonely doe, with no will to seek a buck.
I romp around the forest, while the others kiss and fuck.
Someday he will come to me, regardless of his name.
The other girls are old and dry, but I remain the same.
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