Viva la France
Viva la France
Shit, shit and more shit. It’s not even legit. From place to place. It’s a fucked up mind case.
My brother felt terrible. It was not normal, or comparable. He fled away to our granny. It was freaking uncanny. Mommy freaked the hell out. She started to scream and shout. What the fuck, she said it was my entire fault. This time it wasn’t quiet before the assault. I went angry and said I would go abroad. She said that I made a fraud. A couple of months later I left my nest. This chance was one of the best. Viva la France here I come. But honestly I missed my brother and mum. So I went angry and cussed. And suddenly it was gone with the trust.
Shit, shit and more shit. It’s not even legit. From place to place. It’s a fucked up mind case.
After a while I started to behave. Even though I worked as a slave. Always cleaning up and doing the dishes. That leaded to new wishes. Finally everything went well. Then my supervisor had something to tell. I needed to leave viva la France. Too bad, I still didn’t had enough advance. Now I need to finish my 5 months at my uncle and aunt. But at the moment I think I can’t. We all do try to do the best. My family makes me feel blessed.
Even though it is really tough. Doing my best is not enough. One day it will be over with the woes. Because this was the pad I chose.
Shit, shit and more shit. It’s not even legit. From place to place. It’s a fucked up mind case.
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