what a mess around and plaques my mind horribly.
time to get up and voice out.
seemed to have trap in middle class.
fate? thats the only uncertain variable that can be blamed on. what else?
these days have been tiring. i wonder how come 1 aspect leads to so many sequelae.
wonders.
why cant you have slightest faith on me and believe that i could mend the matter myself.
stop pressuring me.
stop bring trouble.
words are sharpest swords.
talk sensibly, think wisely.
i dont expect this from you.
something that is so devastating.
i will mend it, and you have to believe me.
200 was a great happiness, now moving to 300, so varied?
pressurized, traumatized, btY
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