The frustration when you need to write one thing but want to write the one hundred others,
Like that mahjong sitting, looking at me through the window, on the building across,
Like the loaf of bread, with a scent of milk flavor, wrapped under a plastic cover,
Like the clothes hanging on the balcony, that blue shirt swaying slightly,
Like the sound of my keyboards, tipping tapping,
Like the sound of the water tapping on my skull,
Like the vision, blurry, unsure of the mahjong's stare
Like the void, an empty stomach and empty heart
16/20, 8/10, my work is always worth 80%
I can you are well informed and passionate about the subject, but you lack in coherence
Like that mahjong sitting, looking at me through the window, on the building across,
Like the loaf of bread, with a scent of milk flavor, wrapped under a plastic cover,
Like the clothes hanging on the balcony, that blue shirt swaying slightly,
Like the sound of my keyboards, tipping tapping,
Like the sound of the water tapping on my skull,
Like the vision, blurry, unsure of the mahjong's stare
Like the void, an empty stomach and empty heart
16/20, 8/10, my work is always worth 80%
I can you are well informed and passionate about the subject, but you lack in coherence
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