Angry
I'm getting angry, Might as well just hang me. Because you can't change me. I don't understand the f*cking website. But I keep trying to be polite,
Even though out of spite, the website takes my sprite. I can't seem to get the format right. I am pissed off and I want to fight.
If you ever looked up and seen the sky, You'd look down again and understand why. So many people are supposed to die.
So many people are supposed to wonder why. I understand that even if I'm a good guy,
90% of people I meet will lie. Everyone just being them own selves, giving not one care about anyone esle.
I'm so pissed off and f*cking angry, just wish someone would f*cking hang me.
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