update.

Probably the most unforgettably forgettable song in the 90's.

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My tired bones are screaming for help, for I have overworked them. The knives that I took on my back have taken its toll. The blood drips down from the tip like a broken tap, creating copious trails that lead all the bloodthirsty humans to my doorstep, eager to have a taste in one of most perilous moments of my life. As I pull these knives one by one, I can only ask these humans this:

Why?

**

Nothing much is going on in my life; it has been said and repeated in a very similar manner again and again. Words are such powerful tools, but when it is used under my hands, it withers and dies in the way you would expect from a 19 year old Chinese Malaysian whose concerns in his life is perpendicular to the ones that most 19 year olds from around the world would face.

Ah well.