See lar, now you're going to grow old and die.
Without social politics, without social interaction,
yo're going to grow empty and devoid of soul.
Walking blindly in transit.
Screw it lah, all the money I earn
goes into frivolous and needless endeavours.
Then, comes the next month and the same thing
happens again. you get money, you spend money,
go back to work, unhappy.
School withdrawal syndrom (SWS).
Look what you done,
I love the sound of you walking away.
End of a century.
Spouting random song titles, goes to show how
much of a life I have now. Uttterly disgusting and
displeasing.
Charmless man.
And you know, just as the message comes,
the phone dies. Stupid phone. I've got to get a new one.
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