We used to have chattings. We talked about ourselves and our life. But sometimes we don’t talk to eachother because we don’t often have things to talk about. This time our conversation turned interesting.
nothing .. same old ceiling .. I hope it ll fall down soon
at least u have a ceiling now
Its not my ceiling yar
My master says it’s for me and it’s mine but i know he wants me to work for him and he is just making me work by sayig that
I m .. but my master can’t rely upon me ..
so he has created this ceiling to suppress me down all the time
If there was no ceiling I would have crossed the sky
i believe you
Ya, so does my friend A, B and C
But my master doesnt want me do so