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A poem about a guy name Mike. He's someone that i created. A bit abt him:-
Well, most of it was created by me but the first 2 points was actually from my dream about him. Seriously, i dreamt about him, we saw each other in a Mosque and he introduce himself. Wen i woke up i was lyk, "Hey, dat's lyk the real stuff." But i don't believe he ever exist but if he does...
Went out juz now to Millenia Walk to take my pay. Bloody fuckin shit. My manager took $100 from my pay to pay back wat my sis owe the company. The thing dat makes me boilin mad is dat HE DIDNT EVEN TELL ME ABT IT IN THE 1ST BLOODY PLC!!! So wat if he's the fuckin manager over there but he got no ryt to take my pay w/o tellin me in the bloody 1st plc. Not onli dat they also hef put all my CDs in one plc lyk as if they really wanted me to go go. Bloody ass. I'm slavin myself there wif the pathetic pay dat i got and dis is how they treat me. If i had known dis thing will happen, i wld hef quit wen my sis quit. I dont care if any of the fuckin staff there read my blog BUT DIS IS THE TRUTH!!! I'm gonna curse dat bloody company will go bust within dis yr. AND I SWEAR NEVER TO STEP INTO DAT PLC ANIMORE!!!!!!