The only mind burdening seeing me brings up is your shame. A girl knows the deep recesses of a guy’s mind when she has seen his ins and outs and deep pleasures as I have. If you still yet can’t face yourself, keep me tucked away (you could try), it’s your issue. Still yet, your desires are there. It’s society you’re running from, not me. I feel most settled in truths. You would like to behave like a pig. I don’t have time for such things in my life. It has no value to me. You go ahead and keep your pen filled. It is your life man. I’m here if you ever want to be good, rather than just have the appearance of being good. You made my skin crawl by expecting dishonesty. I’m not some frosted rose all shimmered up, that actually has prickly thorns on its inside. I’m the real deal you little mole.