i wouldn’t remember things i have said, where they are said, when they are said, because words, they travel away, blossom and bloom, wither and die, origin unknown, destination known, or so it seems at first, little did i know that sometimes, they would seep into them bones, dwell and become, a malignant growth.
repulsive.
and this knowledge in hand not given to me beforehand, i try to comprehend now that they are sent, like shooting arrows, with poison at theirs tips, gleefully i feel this wondrous revel (or rebel as you call it), am i to make a mockery out of this, or to serenade you with wishful thinking, both seem so inappropriate, so lemme say;
da da ra da.
perkaraperkara 
chill oke 🙂
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that is me, chilling, out.
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