they gossipd behind my back not knwing i hear them. they named and shamed me. they laughd at me coz im different, but i laughd at them coz they all the same. they tried to destroyd the only dream i have. they took my heart and crushd my soul. for longtime i befriended the pen and paper, wrote all my thoughts, fears, dreams and whatever comes to my mind. but i used my silence as a weapon of war, day by day they started drowing in their own hatred. they washed their faces with their own salty tears and wipe them with missery.1 by 1 they faded coz my spirit crush them all. now i cn proudly say they SHUDNT BLAME THE BEACON WEN THE BUTCHER BAKES DA BREAD.it means they are f#*@kd. i crushd them all.
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