DONT TOUCH MY PIANO.
DONT TOUCH MY PIANO.
DONT TOUCH MY PIANO.
it's ludicrious how all the elder sons(my cousins) in the kow family are staying put at my place.
my mum calls it the mafia leaders gathering.
they had to come on the day before my last paper.
i've locked myself in my tiny cosy room for the entire day(+the whole morn because i slept it away. locked too, right?)
it's very boring and
the more i face my room
the more i want to renovate my room.
i want pictures there, there and there.
i want you here, here and here.
it's plain terrifying how one can conjure something that immediate; adequate realism,rendered with concrete details.
Never lie to me.
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