Remember?

Hey,

remember that one time

when I said you will leave me, and you said you won't and im talking nonsense?

But what's the matter now?

Guess I was right all along

You said you love me but you left me still

You said you love me but you wont stay still

You're not talking to me, as I've lost the thrill

Even if I tried to drill, you wont give a shit,

Still

Without even knowing

Someone is ahead of me waiting to steal

That girl of mine at the top of the hill

Fuck you im not a man of steel

I cant bear the feel!

Still

You said it was me

That you're tired of getting hurt over and over again

But have you ever think of how much I suffer

Eating your shit every single day

Keep on smiling behind your trail?

Thinking that we'll spent most of our day

Looking at the stars until we gone someday?

Still

I act silly like a fucking clowns on birthday

Thou I know that at the end of the day,

Those who melts your hearts wins over someone who makes you smile.

What is Life?

The problems with human being is that, we tend to forgot the intrinsic nature or indispensable quality of something, especially something abstract, that determines our character.

 simply put, a human being that forgot how to human.

Let's not being racist on the matter. Rather, I suggest racist as a word or phrase used to describe a thing or to express a concept, in a particular kind of language or branch of study, that is between humans and animals.

because, you see, people say "human race", so why not "animal race" as well ?

Now, basically, the inherent features of human being to put into questions "what is the meaning of life" or "what is life" or "what does the fox say" (that line is supposed to be the punchline but nah i think its stupid and lame) is becoming a standard or norm, especially the behavior of the race it self. 

But rest assured fellow man, women, the species of Home Sapiens that is distinguished from another animals by superior mental development, power of articulate speech and upright stance because I, who have spent 25 years of my life studying and searching going through hardships and countless of trial and error is about to unfold the mysteries that lies beneath the mythical question of "what life is all about". 

Life, is a book.

People tend to create a visually descriptive or figurative language, especially in a literary works to define something and human being too will not be spared. Some of you might think that it is utterly ridiculous to be saying that life is actually a book when we, human race, standing at the top of the food chain (not exactly). 

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No i don't know what life is. fuck yeah.