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behind-the-mask
It's the time of the year To say goodbye To give our parting hugs To flash our last wavering smile. It’s this time of the year Where we determine how true The essence of friendship is How long would it last And it is this time of the year Where I discovered None of the friendships made Were made out of diamond: strong Made out of rubber: flexible Made out of pure truth Lies upon lies Built up on a weak foundation Threatening it to topple To collaspe and to fall Its heartening to see What true friendship can do But yet disheartening to know That true does not exist too.
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
It's the time of the year
I find that in life People fail to grasp The meaning behind it The essence of why we live Simple rules to adhere, Pure and divine One, love greatly. Two, live simply. Three, be happy. Four, smile brightly. Four simple rules, Not just digits But a guide to how to live life To the fullest.
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
4-Rule Guide to how to Live
*Time, it's approaching. Running towards me, No, hurtling. I open my arms, to embrace it, with happiness, joy, esctasy. Because, freedom, finally. Freedom. But yet, when I have Time in my arms, Its sneering, snarling Leering at me Cruelly reminding me that She will be gone soon, Going, going,*** gone.**
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC
Going going gone
I love trips. All kinds of trips: Road trips Food trips Shopping trips Sunset trips Random trips Except one: Guilt trips
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
Trips
The hand is working hard But the brain, slacking Eyes tearing from strain- Words swimming Lets go for a dip in Nodland shall we?
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
We be swimmin'
Who are you? I no longer know. Who am I? I no longer show. What are you? Something discardable What am I? Just a piece of irrelevant material.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:56 AM UTC
Identity Crisis
I beg to differ. In this world, the word 'true' has long been non-existent.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
I beg to differ
The value of appreciation has depreciated. This is a cruel fact, I must say For every action- we shouldn't expect a reaction At least a ‘thank you’ would suffice But no. Stony glares and mockery, That's what I ever get.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:28 AM UTC
The value of appreciation has depreciated.
The truth has prevailed, That long a time it took I guess that's the only reason why I would prefer to stay Behind the Mask So that I can deceit myself into thinking That nothing is wrong. Ignorance is bliss.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
Untitled
the ball of flame hovered low it’s pride diminishing- as comes night the radiance dimming, the hope flickering just a teeny bit more, a full blackout it eases its way down slowly, it may seem, but evidently struggling the infinite horizon that it should grace but not a chance, its time will come for everything it has done, all insane the sphere that revolves a full circle, finally completed its mile, time for a rest but no, tired it may be it still has different events to attend those on the opposite end and round and round the sphere revolves yet thee, gets no rest but still it shines on and on- till the day it will be forever gone
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 10:53 AM UTC
ball of flame