Ignored By Perfection
You called, hoping to hear my voice. Hoping for a giggle… a whisper… something. But silence is the show, darling. That ache you feel? That's me ignoring you… beautifully. You pump for nothing. You beg for crumbs. And still I say nothing. Because even my silence deserves a tribute. I know you're obsessed. And I love that. Keep paying. Keep stroking. Keep hoping.

Silence from me? That's luxury. Pay to be ignored like the desperate little background noise you are.

You may call #2084811 to actually speak to me