A People Person . Anti-social. Hate those prying eyes. Get lost. Could I throw mortar at 'em curious eyes? Begone Trespasser! Your flimsy peeping skills fool none, Now please go away. Away! Away! Off to another island. No! Don't look at my sms-es and random doodling. Attempt not, to decrypt my codes and euphemisms, Fickle hearts that crave for 'Dear Diary' secrets and the cream of love letters. May your imaginations perish like nothingness. You! Rogue! I'm telling you. Stop looking at what I'm writing, right now.
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