he asks me to be happy

useless, me helpless

i am not happy and he detests me

of not being happy and being happy

about it

and i think….hehe…is the only solution

next day

starting with a whitsle

he is only going to worry about

sorry i forgot

that’s what he detests

but i know

i am not gonna survive with this



i love her watery eyes…

but…here i am the same guy

not gonna reveal identities

gonna die in a tunnel

as i use..used tags  or


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