back in time. walk slowly at the beach. feel that hurt , deep inside your tears.
why am i-saying this ?- yes, its rule that never stop spinning like a wheel.
by;-passes the road, the car, are aint stop. never stop make those, pollution. what a really humble-life i got.
i got this swag-that jagger. while they've talking about me , i dont really give a *huh* well, dont stop keep on reading . that-this and that, that stupid no stop joking. am i the only one typo in here. no im not. that imperfect situation-make me feel so dumb!
the only way to solve this, is i'd have to sit back. sit propely, i am a malay, a muslim.
i this fucking-stuation i just dont know where to go. i have no point . i have no words to heading to, who;i mean.
can you understand this-oh no. you just cant understand the feeling to be-ignore and the feeling of guilty. such a long time, i didnt drunk. well-im still scrolling my shisha off-so bad atitude that i got. so then-im chage;that what you want, thats what they've want too. so why are they still whispering to each other boobs ?. no. NO . dont hope. all that asses are noober than me. that i got this typing faster on le word qwertyuiop. ah its pooping out. i got my tits, my bobbies are aint cool to be spoken to the world. i got my money on-so i can shop-and;-shop yet, no stop.i didnt understand ziz-so much;oh.
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