thirteenth of march 2019
There’s a man obsessed with me.
He’s stupid.
I think he’s flirting with me too.
He keeps calling me beautiful.
He gave me a box of perfumes.
Maybe he’s offended by my stench.
I smell like dried blood and dirt.
There’s a man obsessed with me.
He’s stupid.
I think he’s flirting with me too.
He keeps calling me beautiful.
He gave me a box of perfumes.
Maybe he’s offended by my stench.
I smell like dried blood and dirt.