It's 9 o'clock in the morning on the third Friday,
and outside the glass window, its irritating sunny
as hell. I prefer the rain. You know when you have
those days? You just can't laugh.

If it's possible, somebody please tell me my
purpose to live. I want to jump off from this life
that's so ordinary. No more whitewashing.

People stare at me with cold eyes because I'm all
wet for not using an umbrella in the pouring rain
I'm hurting myself, and I don't even know it. I
want to laugh on the third Sunday after the rain
has cleared up.

The social face, the private face, it's nice to
see you use it both so nicely. Well, thank you I
haven't thrown away being human... No more
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HUMAN GATE shaba dababiba shubidababiba
duebidabidaba sharu rarararan

Day by day, the innocence if my voice is being
buried down. Don't you think its stupid? Being
scammed by a same human being like yourself?

Please cry... just a little. While you sit and cry
on the bench, your future is like a crow that goes
through garbage. Please cry... just a little. The
morning of the fourth Tuesday. I will soon be with
my people.

HUMAN GATE

No more whitewashing.