Stop telling me to do this and that when you are nth at all.
I hate being the listener all the time. Listen to me when I want to talk.
Dont tell me my problems and worries are nth when yours seems to be even more tiny binty.
Dont complain that your frens are lousy when you are nth good to start with.
Stop your yellings and rantings to me when you complain to other ppl that I am lousy.
You dont know abt my past and stop all your complains to yourself.
How much do you know abt me ?
I dont think you understand me that well.
How lousy can a person get ?
That lousy.
I hate I dread.
My dream; My passion. my life.
I want to feel my fingers dancing on the piano keys again.
I want to let my body enleash its life again.
I want to scribble colors on the plain white paper again.
I want to feel my fingers tapping on the bassoon's holes again
Can I ?....
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