some call it torture, others call it enhanced interogation techniques, but what your doing isn't really either. I ask a question, and hardly ever get a straight answer, so what are you expecting me to do? My voice comes out in my writing, so maybe if you took the time to actually read, you illiterate boy, you might understand where i come from half the time, and where i want to be. because right now your sending me on some kind of sick carousel ride, and you could say that i am almost geting tired of holding on. like i thought that carnival rides are supposed to be fun, and this really is not all that fun for me right now. and to be perfectly honest with you, like i always am, i want to just let go and fall off at times. so now it is up to you, find out whether you want to ride it with me, and laugh together through the ups and downs, or just let me know when the ride stops and where to get off.
{ the fun ones always gotta come to an end, dont they ? ]
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