ACUP, rocknrolla night. - 28.03.2009 20:42

A cup of coffee.
A movie.
My feet on a chair.

You think you get me out of here so easily? Then you are wrong, totally wrong.

A sarcastic smile.
Pussies. Goddamn pussy-whipping assholes.

When I get angry, I can feel it in my hands. Making fists constantly I walk around in my room. Time bomb. Tick tick tick. Cursing them, I pour myself another cup of coffee. You think you can fuck me over? Fuck yourself.

I am sick of it. And suddenly the old rebellion is back again.

No way, I am going to live with her in one house again. There is a reason I slept at friends places all summer long. I can’t live with her in one house. I just can’t.

So what to do?

Kaempfe, das haben wir uns gesagt. Du und ich. Du mein blutbruder. So lange es menschen gibt die mit mir kaempfen, gebe ich nie und nimmer auf.

Und deswegen kaempfe ich immer noch.

Fight for it. The strongest will survive.

And I’ll definitely not be weak!

Suta

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