thug. (Oh!)
One to Want : Countdown to Escape
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The noise somehow tells me that they're here again, as usual.
That so called cool bunch of worthless craps.
Everyone sees them as cool, worships them. But anyone with sanity intact would be clear that they're nothing more than thugs.
Unless you would argue that thugs are cool.
Always celebrating, laughing and making fun at weaker people's miseries after done making their lives a living hell.
Those who are 'lower' than them or so they categorize, seen as nothing but tools for their amusement.
Those good for nothing thugs don't deserve to live.
Maybe, maybe I can finally show them their places today.
As the noises grew louder, my eyes caught a glimpse of the gun lying just next to me.
A smile spreads across my mouth.
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