Sporadically flickering the fluorescent lights are above me. My face becomes warm and the heat of the room and the heat of my anger build up and combine to make the hotness excruciating. It's almost unbearable. Beyond the line of patience I have passed. My composure shall not be measured by another human being but only by me. Are you capable of telling what goes on in my mind or seeing my stance on maturity? No? Do not hold me back just because in your mind it's okay.
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Minor Writings
De TodoThis book is a classic compiled book of short stories and poems written by me. I hope you enjoy them!
