Words of Pain
I am pouring aggressive tea into cup for drink
Don't stare! I am really gonna drink
Fun fact is, I do not like flower's beds
They give environment a pleasant scent
Why these fearing face you are showing
Cause of you my happiness are ruined
Consumption of aggression is my right
What do you think I'll show you a torturing sight
Aggression is my personal taste
You don't worry, you can go away
I ain't hurt any of you
I just want you show, what are conditions of mine
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