some of the times, we dont have to claim what they did wrong,
dont have to count the mistakes and annoying arts shown,
mumbling all the cracks and harsh of hatred,
that by all means u try the best to scatter,
behind every line and pace of your own psychological harassment,
and pour your bloody bowl of impatience,
and to cover it up, you blame the surrounding that is just obedient,
obey to the time and the fate written.

owh yeah!!!


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