Found a little piece of paper in my drawer from many many years ago. When the parents and I couldn't get along at all, values clashed, ideas lagged, money cut. Though I can't remember why I wrote it, I guess I must have had one of those rage blackout moments lol. Has since thrown away the scrappy piece of paper, but thought should blog it. I guess I would rather you see it, that your boyfriend isn't always placid and nice as you make it out to be, but I'm not exactly serial killer in the making either... ahem... Angst la angst.... I have since urmm... mellowed down to a pot of simmering bubor hitam...
There is no home
I never fit anyway
So farewell you all
Before I kill you.
When I look on
Bleak bleak bleak
Does it matter, I think not
I might want you
Come closer; go away.
Better so, before you can’t.
That day I shall
When it comes
Kill all of you
And I will leave you
To my little adventure
Out into the merry marshes l may cry
By myself alone here
There is no home
I never fit anyway
So farewell you all
Before I kill you.
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