I realised how mad i was on fri night when someone else told me about my face turning black almost instantly when something happened. I think when i saw that happening, my blood boiled, pretty much, truly, madly, deeply. And now that i'm reminded of it, i can't explain how i would have ttly whacked that guy upside down if i didn't suppress it. Actually i suppress a lot of stuff within, if i didn't i'd prob become some bomb exploding whenever i'm ignite.

What happens when whatever you do isn't recognized? Will you continue to do what's right? Sometimes, i can't help but feel injustice for myself. And somehow it's bothering me in one way or another. I thought i'd be fine at first, then later on i realised i'm not. I wonder why.. Perhaps this grief is just hard to swallow. But what can i do? Nothing.

Gave it all, lost it all.

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