You may not see my real temperament, but that doesn't mean I won't feel hurt.
I may hold back my tears in public, that doesn't mean you can pierce my heart with your words.
I am not a Saint, I might have to present myself like a saint on certain occasions, holding back the fire in me, fighting against my nature to hunt and attack. Stand still! Sit still! Eat properly with fork and spoon! YET NOTHING CHANGED, HATRED STILL LIVED IN ME SO DON'T TRY YOUR LUCK CUZ U NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU GONNA LOSE IT; you won't get away from me alive when I decides to play my game with you.
I may hold back my tears in public, that doesn't mean you can pierce my heart with your words.
I am not a Saint, I might have to present myself like a saint on certain occasions, holding back the fire in me, fighting against my nature to hunt and attack. Stand still! Sit still! Eat properly with fork and spoon! YET NOTHING CHANGED, HATRED STILL LIVED IN ME SO DON'T TRY YOUR LUCK CUZ U NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU GONNA LOSE IT; you won't get away from me alive when I decides to play my game with you.
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