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copy and paste .
fast and clean .
just when can the 2 of em' shut the hell up ?
gawd , those voices sucked .
and don't tell me that i don't wanna be involved .
the 2 of em' are
'singing their songs' ,
trying to come up with their own
'melody' ,
which totally -
zip it . shut it , i thought .
so i sat down there and mind my own business instead of
being involved in their
'practice' .
so don't say that i don't wanna participate .
i'm just not interested in your
'song' , that's all .
chatterbox-
I saw him stagger his way down the stairs
and struggle to walk across the the road .
it's such a painful thing to watch .
he rode a machine which transport him directly to the yellow board ,
then collide vigorously with the road which lies beneath .
for once , he managed to escape form the Grim Reaper's scythe .
but his legs were now temporary uneven .
but still ,
its something that everyone hoped for instead of death .
all thanks to you-know-who .
the end .