my pass adjacent days have been constantly occupied with my task.

my daily regime of work. each & single day.

ever thought to myself of having a whole day whereas, i just sleep. & eat. eat & sleep.

idling some hours at home have been minimal.

this is just wasnt holidays. ugh.

reminise through the memory lane, i guess my chronicles wasnt pretty.

theres always bumps & humps with stones a number.

flowers & rainbows wasnt just apart from it.

& even in a miraculious way some appear, i will always mess it up.

kept getting involve in rough going.

& running away from it. living each day precariously. feeling hunted.

if its a cowboys era, im definitely WANTED. dead or alive

will probably be the end of me, if ever i was on the prowling eyes of those people.

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creating myself more enemies then allies by day, a general wouldnt be an ideal job.

sometimes i tried to had.

bt life in my hands have definitelty went on the otherside.

im dragging myself to sin bin.

if i were to make a confession. its will be a long list.

bt im just not confessing yet. its rather i kept it in.

just hope to turn back time. where im still doe-eyed innocent teenager.

but things have CHANGE.

& its drastic. no for the good, bt for the worst.

migration is good alternatives to leave the troubles behind its doors.