A different story

Its difficult at times.
All i need to do is to bear with it.
I cant wait for all these to be gone.
I cant wait.
My patience is running out.

My mind is black.. but deep inside me.. i know i need to blog about something.
I have already said what i want to say.
At least, i spilled out my hearts contents.
I felt the least relieved.

All i want to do now is to blog about shit.
This feeling is not good.
I am always caught up in this dilemma.
I hate being the only child.
I hate it.
I loathe it.
I detest it.
Nothing is good about it.
Nothing is.






















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