NONAME 1
(Read it assuming any side you can, better you understand the real meaning. This is the first part.)
HWOOFH! HWOOFH! , I am running, I am running, Yes, I am running and I am a Runner.
What do you think runner means? simply someone who is healthy and wealthy, involved in some sort of race, within some sort of F-boundaries, with some redhead around you, racing with each other for some sort of trophy and luckily, if you are the winner then you can have plenty of money and kick some bab bitches ass.
No, No, No... are you kidding me? pal.
I am not a runner, Yes, I am a runner but not for bitches.....haha.
What if I say I am a runner but I am not running, sounds crazy naa?
What if I say I am running from the noise that drummed my ears.
What if I say I am scared of everyone pointing at me.
What if I say I am running from the word "WHORESON".
I am running from the screamy sound, I am running to kill the priest that set my name. I am running to erase the name on my forehead. It would be better if the world calls me "NONAME".
I still remember the sound of the pelvic girdle, when I had rolled inside my mom's abdomen. I felt the warmth of my dad's hand, over the shield. I used to play with the rope that I was tied with. My mom's heart used to sing so melodiously, I could sleep easily.
The days were too good, We were happy. My dad was too romantic that I also felt some romance and the word, My mom used to stall him were kinda inspiring, He got the brain, you know?
The curious fact is that I should not have to eat, I was playing and playing and playing all the time. The rope was magical, provides all the nutrition.
I was listening to the sound of tv and monster voice of my mother as she was chatting with dad. They suddenly shut down and remain silent. There is someone in the door (My mom said), dad went to serve the guest. I could not hear their sound but the trembling of my mom's heart.
( I G O T F A I N T E D )
My running life would never end. I wish I was dead. My body is tired of resisting the pain.
Oh ! God take me with you or beheaded these rascals.
It is said that on the day, four people had arrived at my house. They were asking money and my dad refused to give a single penny, he got killed. My mom cried and began to scream. they got her tied, undressed her and fucked her. The pain was extreme that she slowly, slowly losses her breath. I had an untimely birth and raised by the old lady who introduced me to his world.
Now tell me, Am I a whoreson ?
Why are they calling me that?
I am the son of my mom and dad, Why are they hurting me?
I tried to attempt suicide on MY 25 2035. My dreams are not fulfilled, I will be back to achieve them.
WHAT IS MY DREAM ???? ANY ????.
HWOOFH! HWOOFH! , I am running, I am running, Yes, I am running and I am a Runner.
What do you think runner means? simply someone who is healthy and wealthy, involved in some sort of race, within some sort of F-boundaries, with some redhead around you, racing with each other for some sort of trophy and luckily, if you are the winner then you can have plenty of money and kick some bab bitches ass.
No, No, No... are you kidding me? pal.
I am not a runner, Yes, I am a runner but not for bitches.....haha.
What if I say I am a runner but I am not running, sounds crazy naa?
What if I say I am running from the noise that drummed my ears.
What if I say I am scared of everyone pointing at me.
What if I say I am running from the word "WHORESON".
I am running from the screamy sound, I am running to kill the priest that set my name. I am running to erase the name on my forehead. It would be better if the world calls me "NONAME".
I still remember the sound of the pelvic girdle, when I had rolled inside my mom's abdomen. I felt the warmth of my dad's hand, over the shield. I used to play with the rope that I was tied with. My mom's heart used to sing so melodiously, I could sleep easily.
The days were too good, We were happy. My dad was too romantic that I also felt some romance and the word, My mom used to stall him were kinda inspiring, He got the brain, you know?
The curious fact is that I should not have to eat, I was playing and playing and playing all the time. The rope was magical, provides all the nutrition.
I was listening to the sound of tv and monster voice of my mother as she was chatting with dad. They suddenly shut down and remain silent. There is someone in the door (My mom said), dad went to serve the guest. I could not hear their sound but the trembling of my mom's heart.
( I G O T F A I N T E D )
My running life would never end. I wish I was dead. My body is tired of resisting the pain.
Oh ! God take me with you or beheaded these rascals.
It is said that on the day, four people had arrived at my house. They were asking money and my dad refused to give a single penny, he got killed. My mom cried and began to scream. they got her tied, undressed her and fucked her. The pain was extreme that she slowly, slowly losses her breath. I had an untimely birth and raised by the old lady who introduced me to his world.
Now tell me, Am I a whoreson ?
Why are they calling me that?
I am the son of my mom and dad, Why are they hurting me?
I tried to attempt suicide on MY 25 2035. My dreams are not fulfilled, I will be back to achieve them.
WHAT IS MY DREAM ???? ANY ????.
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