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i know wat ur thinking but i was worried that u were leaving
so i excused that it was disturbing
then i sat on my chair and introspected wat i was doing
but after i was crying
afraid that u would say im distracting
next time i wont be complaining
and this sort of stuff is not gonna be happening
And said I am kind of mean in the ways of treating.
But if only he understooded the fact that I am waiting.
For calmness and blaming to be put into resting.
But then he is still suffering
Only then he realised his heart is stopping
and his raging and crying is seemly seizing
But then he started bleeding
Fall to the ground unmoving.
I lay in ruins, silently watching,
seeing to much for my regretting.
of how my job isn't finished and it's disappointing,
but then he told me he is angry and logged off steam and said its disturbing.
If only I understand what he is thinking, then all of blaming would be put into waiting.
The night is coming and the creatures are screaming.
But all I think of is simply running.
making me writing and all I can think of is zombie killing,
about the humans trembling and the zombies chasing,
but all I managed to do is mourning, the date is urging,
the world is blaming, the stupid scientific searching,
the endless craving, of the words of griefing and yet in the end it's all just dreaming.
But then I realised, it is only the beginning of the world collapsing and that the things I am writing, is soon to be coming.
zombies r bad
big bloats r fat
flesh pounds r mad
sirens r sad
crawlers r dead
stalkers r braging
poor clots r grabing
players r suffering
tall scrakes r giggling
we r begging