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Clement is cissychildishqueeruselessweirdo.
My mouth keeps silence (and sometimes I compensate with a grin nonchalantly).
I smirk everytime my disheartened dignity get insulted.
BUT my innards are actually burning with jargons of swearing!

It doesn't mean I am bloody hypocrite.
Sorry I don't have the bellicose cock/vajayjay like you do.
My own little world is already freaking treacherous wobble.
I don't wish to trigger any more hubbubs.

Who doesn't want to be the perfect human with IQ345?
But I am born in the way God wants me to be and do you have any problem with that?
Oh yes your canine is longer than mine then go bite on some other dicks please!
I don't need you to build up my heart pulse, trashes!

You know nothing for what I am going through.
Nobody has any idea about that.
You look at my face.
"He is surely the baby in his family!"
You stare at me.
"Must be damn rich,spoiled child!"

Have you ever read my eyes?

I blame myself for every seditious altercation my sisters have with my parents.
I blame myself when my parents wanted to divorce.
I blame myself for every tear my mother ever dropped.
I blame myself when my sister failed her exam.
I blame myself when my sister faces the legal issues and couldn't continue her study.
I blame myself for my dad's unstable emotion.

It's my fault for unreasonable mockeries.
It's my mistake when people speak to me in their pompous and scornful way.
It's my fault for my annoying existence.
It's my mistake when I am diffident to live my own life.
Because I think may be your life will be more wonderful without the imperfection like me.

















Hypochondria.

I used to take slow step before entering my house, worrying was there any fray inside.
I used to bath so quickly just to make sure everyone is fine whenever I spent my time in bathroom.
I used to be fucking silent so that my freaky voice wouldn't bother them.
I used to have my emotion wobbling at the brink of precipice.

Those crestfallen things cobble together my so-called life.
Sorry. Not very sweet stuffs.

I am not trying to make you think that I am pity or comparing my problems with yours or whatsoever.
Sorry I don't need that. Thank you.
I am just a bumpkin knowing nothing.

Yes I can't pronounce 'enthusiastically' fast and accurate so what?