Provocateur
What's that look of scorn for? Is what I have to say not tolerable anymore? I can tell from your expression that your soul tore. What, no response? God, you are a bore. I need to see just a little bit more, my mind peers at you like an auditor. Look behind their masks all day, I'm the provocateur.
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