For bloody Pete sake

Not another one.

I get so tired of hearing it.

Oh you don’t have to do that for me.

I wouldn’t think it.

Or like me, your doing x, y and z.

I breathe for no one.

I honestly pity the ones who believe they do.

It is one thing to spark a certain passion in someone.

It’s even honorable to aid a person to become better.

But it is by their choice to live better.

It is our choice to succeed and mark the world or stride step by step affecting one person at a time.

Let those who been impacted say so.

Because if your patting your own back, tooting your own horn, screaming to the rooftop, then honestly no one else needs too.

But the makeup, the fancy dress or trying to be presentable for a guest at the door, is simply for myself.

Because honestly even if I open the door unclad, it is to my profound pleasure and no invitation for intimacy.

Although many suggest this to be a method of teasing, hum, will I get a kick out of it? Maybe I could, but I doubt the person on the other side would.

This body no Halle Berry, or Shakira, it’s more free Willy then Hollar!

So if you thought omgs or whhaaattt then thank you.

Cause you did that for meπŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜­πŸ˜

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