Apparently, someone is having those type of thoughts about me. It is not my late night caller. Rather, it is the last one who hurt me so many years ago. And the one who hurt me before him.
It takes time to get to know me. I rarely show my real self upon first meeting. I talk in my sleep. I can admit to being wrong. People always expect me to be perfect. I love to walk in the rain. I like hugs. Little children and animals typically like me. I enjoy doing math for fun. I hate cleaning.
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