It accumulates

When i sit on my bed and start to trim off split ends from my hair ...
I know i bored.....
I know i bored....
This kind of boredom may seem harmless ....
but they accumulates...

Please go away....
I hate to beg but no no...
Dun wanna stay this way.....

When i stare out my windows to wait ....
wait for the sun to rise and then it goes away...
Day by day...
This kind of boredom may seem harmless....
But they accumulates.....

Please go away...
oh...please please go away
I hate to beg but NO NO
Dun wanna stay this way...

One day I sit on my bed.....
stare at the ceiling and feeling dead...
as minutes past by I tell myself...
This kind of boredom may seems harmless
but they kills when they accumulates....

Please go away...
Oh...before it accumulates...
I hate to beg...but no no no no no...
Dun...wanna ...stay this way.....

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