Coming to the boil.
Held back by trolls whilst I toil.
Blew my top because I'm going sky-high.
Haters belong in the cupboard that I keep locked.
Getting tired of my paradise being rocked.
By a Tsunami of fools and their small minds.
Boil by Ibrar Siddiqi 8.12.206
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