I'm seeing figures in the mist another ghetto part, another gory night need to tell need to speak I do it by hand verbally condemned. It's easier this way there's no clogged drains just flutey words.
I show my feelings through writing... that verbally I could not do. It could be my cat's or the guy next door who stares at me whenever he saw me..... or myself.. staring back at him. Anyways.... smirk to save the world
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mmm sound sorrow eh? what happen young man?
Nothing happen lor. just a feelings. hehehhe
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