turducken.

Friendship isn't how you forget, but how you forgive.

Not how you listen, but how you understand.

Not how you see, but how you feel.

Not how you let go, but how you hold on.

Everything before but could slip in that easily and everything after but could sway away that easily too. If it could be the other way up. This awful pain could as well be taken away like how chocolate can take away the period pain. He said dark chocolate in particular.

This coldness does nothing good to uh, life? The nearest yet so far away, beyond the verge of further, furthest. You knew it. What could probably be done are yet declared to be foul. No one loves to take that initiative. Because a silly thing called dignity seems to be the utmost cling. No one wants to break this silence. As if a tote of silence is the best bag to hide all lies, dissatisfaction, selfishness, irresponsibility. Perhaps it really is. 

I am mad. Because the world is way crazier. Ain't it? Why it always has to be at critical time such as this- the verge of finals, the verge of assignments completion. To distract me from doing good at the last batch of battle, I'm just curious.

It is meant to be incomprehensible. Comprehend the words, if you could. And talk to me on what I should do. Pamper me, like you used to. 

A chicken stuffed in a duck Jammed in a turkey is called turducken. According to Glee.