Wednesday, 21 January 2009

Damn. I gon' kill you.

God damn it. This is just simply fucked up.
Why am I always placed in front?
Like what the fuck.

Am I that bloody short?
Can you explain why?
Why do people shorter than me,
GET TO SIT BEHIND ME AND I'M ALWAYS STUCK IN FRONT?!

FUCK THIS ARRANGEMENT!
I'M BLOODY UNHAPPY!
I DUN EVEN CARE IF THIS WORDS DO RHYME ANYMORE
COZ IN MY HEART, ALL I KNOW IS THAT.
I HATE YOU.

GOD DAMN IT. I'M SO PISSED THAT I DUNNO
I DUNNO WHAT TO SAY. BUT THSI NARROWED MY VOCABULARY
DOWN TO TWO WORDS. AND THAT IS
FUCK YOU!

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