Although knowing that all these are bullshits and soon they will be gone, still I'm here writing about bullshits. It's just too messy and complicated recently. And it's even worst that I can't write it here. Maybe I should stop telling people that I have a blog, it used to be a good trick to pick up girls for when they see so many of the romantic son of a bitch writing there they will imagine them to be real.
Really tired of writing things metaphorically like I used to be, so a fucking brain-power wasting action. I used to describe a girl using Amber. How the hell did I relate a girl with Amber? Ya, normally Amber has some insects inside of it, it's the fossilized tree resin. So I was saying that the girl was either a huge chunk of dried resin with insects in her heart buried underground for thousands of years and became a huge chunk of transparent shiny stone or the girl was... whatever it is.
But for the situation now, I better keep on doing that. Or else the consequences will doom me.
I wanted to pour, I wanted to pour,
A sea of fear, an ocean of tears.
Frozen to the heart, thawing thawing I fear.
In the darkest night, storms and storms I hear.
I am the eye of the storm, and passing shall ye not here.
In the darkest night, storms and storms I hear.
I am the eye of the storm, and passing shall ye not here.
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