insertname - Hello Poetry

You don't need to tell them That a ***** fell on the floor Tell them to listen some music To cover all the noise You hold a cigarette at hand, you're a criminal You hold a cigarette at hand, you're against society You hold a cigarette at hand, you look like a poor darling Better be cryptic than normal Why the hotline isn't even free And why is it only an hour long The laws of the calling of nature are not helping You and I use a lot of that You can tell that I'm not validated as a child If only I can kick a person's leg, then they won't show the bible to me If only I can make a person throw up without seeing me If only I can make a person feed their hand to the fire and burn there to see how it feels How much of this is oversharing? How much of this is artistic? I know not everything's my fault Yet I feel bad I feel bad when people apologize The next fight or flight second move is to gaslight me Trying to glue all the chinks together Then wait for an hour for a jar to grow I eat a sandwich of truffles I don't think they're truffles at all If only I can eat a paper of daycare rules just like I ate that sandwich Did you know that sandwich I ate wasn't mine but yours? Truffles I digest but don't remember how it taste Meanwhile, a beggar jumps in joy for a dollar I tried painting the Venus goddess herself once It turns out that's the girl from The Ring If she was only as pretty as the eyeliner of hot topic wednesday We all know that old men love youthful wednesdays that dance dance on their lap until they die Self-awareness isn't enough A spoonful of sugar isn't enough When you have checklists When you have contests When you whiten your teeth with coal When you have a devil that wears prada It's an illness, not a personality You don't have to suffer But this is my suffering Just to hear a good tone, I'm baffled someone can play a guitar Meanwhile, I can't manage my own emotions There is no perfect decision. But no one would believe in that guru's book of improvement Only the end product before I fake laugh. Once in a while can I mosh pit singing the lyrics to my own concert?

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Feb 10, 2023

Feb 10, 2023 at 6:38 AM UTC

You Don't

You don't need to tell them That a ***** fell on the floor Tell them to listen some music To cover all the noise You hold a cigarette at hand, you're a criminal You hold a cigarette at hand, you're against society You hold a cigarette at hand, you look like a poor darling Better be cryptic than normal Why the hotline isn't even free And why is it only an hour long The laws of the calling of nature are not helping You and I use a lot of that You can tell that I'm not validated as a child If only I can kick a person's leg, then they won't show the bible to me If only I can make a person throw up without seeing me If only I can make a person feed their hand to the fire and burn there to see how it feels How much of this is oversharing? How much of this is artistic? I know not everything's my fault Yet I feel bad I feel bad when people apologize The next fight or flight second move is to gaslight me Trying to glue all the chinks together Then wait for an hour for a jar to grow I eat a sandwich of truffles I don't think they're truffles at all If only I can eat a paper of daycare rules just like I ate that sandwich Did you know that sandwich I ate wasn't mine but yours? Truffles I digest but don't remember how it taste Meanwhile, a beggar jumps in joy for a dollar I tried painting the Venus goddess herself once It turns out that's the girl from The Ring If she was only as pretty as the eyeliner of hot topic wednesday We all know that old men love youthful wednesdays that dance dance on their lap until they die Self-awareness isn't enough A spoonful of sugar isn't enough When you have checklists When you have contests When you whiten your teeth with coal When you have a devil that wears prada It's an illness, not a personality You don't have to suffer But this is my suffering Just to hear a good tone, I'm baffled someone can play a guitar Meanwhile, I can't manage my own emotions There is no perfect decision. But no one would believe in that guru's book of improvement Only the end product before I fake laugh. Once in a while can I mosh pit singing the lyrics to my own concert?

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trauma whispers for a bomb need something to replace to break do you dream of a funnier life well sorry not sorry, all you have is me all I see is a punching bag all I see is a punching bag **** it to hell the angels don't know what they're grieving easy release do you count for it to come back or you just wait staring at me with those eyes! i can't compare you yet all i just wanna do is compel choking the piano won't get me to your world it's easy it's easy it's easy planetariums can't be filled with carbon copies and a moral interitus that purges and eats while it can this city is drowned for who it is did you dance for a chapter one when all you get in the end is a plot twist that you don't understand

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Jan 2, 2023

Jan 2, 2023 at 9:35 AM UTC

sea scales for melatonin

trauma whispers for a bomb need something to replace to break do you dream of a funnier life well sorry not sorry, all you have is me all I see is a punching bag all I see is a punching bag **** it to hell the angels don't know what they're grieving easy release do you count for it to come back or you just wait staring at me with those eyes! i can't compare you yet all i just wanna do is compel choking the piano won't get me to your world it's easy it's easy it's easy planetariums can't be filled with carbon copies and a moral interitus that purges and eats while it can this city is drowned for who it is did you dance for a chapter one when all you get in the end is a plot twist that you don't understand

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Kung di kaya tayo nagkita, Paano ko mahahanap ang lihim na palasyo ng saya? Ang alam ko lang musika noon ay namamatay na sigaw galing sa milyong-milyong bangin Kuntento na sana ako malunod doon Paulit-ulit... Hanggang narinig ko ang boses mo na hinalik nang payapa ng isang mitikal na kagubatan sa gitna ng gabi Hinaluan pa ng bagyo ng rebelyon at init na tamang-tama sa akin Nakaka-excite ka... Hinahanap ang iyong tunog sa kahit anong anyo Sa kahit saang lugar Naaaliw sa iyong misteryo Bakit kasi rin ang angas mo noong sa munting sandalian na nag-usap tayo? Planado ko na ipantay ang ihip ng hangin sa direksiyon mo Ang tanglaw ng tadhana Naaabot ko na I-ikaw din pala? Gusto mo ipantay ang direksiyon Hindi pala ako nag-iisa... Hindi na tayo mag-isa. Nabunyag ko pa na may tamis na tago sa iyong pigura Di na kita mabura Paano ka burahin... Paano ka ba buburahin?! Hanggang naintindihan ko na wala nang magpapantay Hinawakan ka na Paulit-ulit Inuulit sa kamay Sa labi Sa isip Napabangungot noong isang gabi na maghiwalay Luha naman ang nahalay Wala man "silang" gusto sa ideya natin Mahihimatay na lang sa tamlay Ng mga nagtatalampasang emosyon nila na walang malay Hahawakan ka hanggang di hulihin Hahalikan ka kahit babagyuhin Walang kahulugan ang pagpigil ng damdamin Unang-una ko itong pag-iibigan Akala ko hindi ko maiiwasan ang kasaysayan ng dugo ko na puro sa maling tao napunta ang pagmamahalan Akala ko wala nang mag-aalaga sa sirang tao na katulad ko Napaka-haba ng iyong pasensya Kasi ako wala na talagang pasensya sa sarili ko Ang presko nang may nagtatanggap sa aking konsensiya Na walang kapalit na hinihintay Na walang sampal na hinihintay Dami dami mo nang ginagawa pero Wala ka talagang kailangan gawin Para pasayahin ako Mamasdan ka lang Kasi hindi kita papakawalan Pumantay ang linya Pumantay ang oras Pumantay ang agos Pumantay ang dagat Sa iyo na ako lulunod magpakailanman Sa bilang ng isa, Dalawa, Tatlo.

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Oct 16, 2022

Oct 16, 2022 at 7:45 AM UTC

Wala nang Magpapantay

Kung di kaya tayo nagkita, Paano ko mahahanap ang lihim na palasyo ng saya? Ang alam ko lang musika noon ay namamatay na sigaw galing sa milyong-milyong bangin Kuntento na sana ako malunod doon Paulit-ulit... Hanggang narinig ko ang boses mo na hinalik nang payapa ng isang mitikal na kagubatan sa gitna ng gabi Hinaluan pa ng bagyo ng rebelyon at init na tamang-tama sa akin Nakaka-excite ka... Hinahanap ang iyong tunog sa kahit anong anyo Sa kahit saang lugar Naaaliw sa iyong misteryo Bakit kasi rin ang angas mo noong sa munting sandalian na nag-usap tayo? Planado ko na ipantay ang ihip ng hangin sa direksiyon mo Ang tanglaw ng tadhana Naaabot ko na I-ikaw din pala? Gusto mo ipantay ang direksiyon Hindi pala ako nag-iisa... Hindi na tayo mag-isa. Nabunyag ko pa na may tamis na tago sa iyong pigura Di na kita mabura Paano ka burahin... Paano ka ba buburahin?! Hanggang naintindihan ko na wala nang magpapantay Hinawakan ka na Paulit-ulit Inuulit sa kamay Sa labi Sa isip Napabangungot noong isang gabi na maghiwalay Luha naman ang nahalay Wala man "silang" gusto sa ideya natin Mahihimatay na lang sa tamlay Ng mga nagtatalampasang emosyon nila na walang malay Hahawakan ka hanggang di hulihin Hahalikan ka kahit babagyuhin Walang kahulugan ang pagpigil ng damdamin Unang-una ko itong pag-iibigan Akala ko hindi ko maiiwasan ang kasaysayan ng dugo ko na puro sa maling tao napunta ang pagmamahalan Akala ko wala nang mag-aalaga sa sirang tao na katulad ko Napaka-haba ng iyong pasensya Kasi ako wala na talagang pasensya sa sarili ko Ang presko nang may nagtatanggap sa aking konsensiya Na walang kapalit na hinihintay Na walang sampal na hinihintay Dami dami mo nang ginagawa pero Wala ka talagang kailangan gawin Para pasayahin ako Mamasdan ka lang Kasi hindi kita papakawalan Pumantay ang linya Pumantay ang oras Pumantay ang agos Pumantay ang dagat Sa iyo na ako lulunod magpakailanman Sa bilang ng isa, Dalawa, Tatlo.

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The sound of the skeleton flower's petal was heard. Time to go home. Dripping from the roof is the moisture for the family and animals for 1 whole day. The sheep filed through the cottonwood gate. The aardvarks came next, tiptoeing on the birds' isle and then proceed to float on the eye of the lake. Hot crackling popped from the bird seeds and savaged corn cobs. All trees and webs lost their sway to give breath to the farmer's daughter. The miracle of the picturesque was all stolen by her. The hair is unmatched with nature's colors. Her rough, sticky, lavender gray curls. Love is the black ants gathering for the flan, leaf-shaped. She dips the lark in a pool of beet juice. Glazed the firewood with snaps of her belting notes and wiped with trots of chameleon. And the whole world glowed. One time, the farm girl had too much fun But does not know what day it is Neither the sun blinks So hey, why not start expanding this farm? Instead of an animal kingdom, a planetarium is forged. He whispered, "I'm soft as a cloud." He caressed, "I can give you everything." He slashed, "I promise." She knew. But, it was her ambition to have no ambitions. The baby sheep were sleeping next door. They were crying. They were always crying. Sometimes she wished they had less rights. But the cries meant something else. "Baby, why do you keep dying? Just walk already. I wish you were already 25 so you can feel alone." Sundials were Sunday oranges to drink Melting, melting, melting it until confessions became concessions. Obsessed on breaking a patch of grass to look at her reflection. That is her only way to have a reflection. Comb the grass up if she felt hazy. Comb the grass down if she has the urge to joust. Comb the grass everywhere to just forget every minute. The figs were sagging and darkening. Yet, it was no tither season. She wondered, "Is there even a mosquito that likes me? I always ride a horse soaked in paint and has eyes of a distant phone light." One night, she boiled the fur and then baked some cake. It was the time to brave the punch. Nobody was going to take away her hunch! She heard a poke and an acne groan. No, to eden! To eden! To eden! When she opened the main door, the scent of ice shaved her mien. "This will just make me look hideous,"she thought. "I'm not a cycle!" She closed the door. Now, she was afraid to leave and to stay. Rather mourn as a ringtone and lie as a jester. No one believed her. Just because she did not told the story well.

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Jun 23, 2021

Jun 23, 2021 at 9:19 PM UTC

El Bestia Mosaico

The sound of the skeleton flower's petal was heard. Time to go home. Dripping from the roof is the moisture for the family and animals for 1 whole day. The sheep filed through the cottonwood gate. The aardvarks came next, tiptoeing on the birds' isle and then proceed to float on the eye of the lake. Hot crackling popped from the bird seeds and savaged corn cobs. All trees and webs lost their sway to give breath to the farmer's daughter. The miracle of the picturesque was all stolen by her. The hair is unmatched with nature's colors. Her rough, sticky, lavender gray curls. Love is the black ants gathering for the flan, leaf-shaped. She dips the lark in a pool of beet juice. Glazed the firewood with snaps of her belting notes and wiped with trots of chameleon. And the whole world glowed. One time, the farm girl had too much fun But does not know what day it is Neither the sun blinks So hey, why not start expanding this farm? Instead of an animal kingdom, a planetarium is forged. He whispered, "I'm soft as a cloud." He caressed, "I can give you everything." He slashed, "I promise." She knew. But, it was her ambition to have no ambitions. The baby sheep were sleeping next door. They were crying. They were always crying. Sometimes she wished they had less rights. But the cries meant something else. "Baby, why do you keep dying? Just walk already. I wish you were already 25 so you can feel alone." Sundials were Sunday oranges to drink Melting, melting, melting it until confessions became concessions. Obsessed on breaking a patch of grass to look at her reflection. That is her only way to have a reflection. Comb the grass up if she felt hazy. Comb the grass down if she has the urge to joust. Comb the grass everywhere to just forget every minute. The figs were sagging and darkening. Yet, it was no tither season. She wondered, "Is there even a mosquito that likes me? I always ride a horse soaked in paint and has eyes of a distant phone light." One night, she boiled the fur and then baked some cake. It was the time to brave the punch. Nobody was going to take away her hunch! She heard a poke and an acne groan. No, to eden! To eden! To eden! When she opened the main door, the scent of ice shaved her mien. "This will just make me look hideous,"she thought. "I'm not a cycle!" She closed the door. Now, she was afraid to leave and to stay. Rather mourn as a ringtone and lie as a jester. No one believed her. Just because she did not told the story well.

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Whenever you read Dahl, it feels like you're entering and after a few minutes, find yourself dancing in a pretty field. And then, he plants bombs out of nowhere but you don't always know where they were or where they began because they are in a shape and feel of a strawberry. (Only ways to reassure your experience are you return to the already bombed field and retrace, eat the strawberries and then ***** or binge, and/or leave in shocking cold silence or in idle confusion.)

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Jun 21, 2021

Jun 21, 2021 at 8:36 AM UTC

Strawberry Fields of the Genesis, the Ghost, and the Exegesis

Whenever you read Dahl, it feels like you're entering and after a few minutes, find yourself dancing in a pretty field. And then, he plants bombs out of nowhere but you don't always know where they were or where they began because they are in a shape and feel of a strawberry. (Only ways to reassure your experience are you return to the already bombed field and retrace, eat the strawberries and then ***** or binge, and/or leave in shocking cold silence or in idle confusion.)

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What do you drink to get the purple out of my tongue? What do you take to forget? The picture of white lady on the mirror chanting ****** mary. The video of being spanked. The layout of the patterns. It is all made into a trail. Wishing to cloak, I thought it worked but it was only a blanket. The blinking lights of the window. It manages to ***** me and remind me of competition in traffic. The list. Lists. Numbered. Keep scrolling. Will it affect my life? Needing to fit the box of a ten-year old, I sleep. Then, I post. That was not myself. How did this whole page about me belongs to someone else? I never drift before. Why, I wonder. Here comes the businesses. The banquets. Watching a flute get Tarzan'd by a piece of rope hanged across the room. Out of the blue, I found myself touring with a foreigner. What does he want from me? Is it wrong to think this way? He only asked me where I live and how I am. I stop. I feel the chills burning through my hands to fingers. The bones get cold, but do not when plugged by nerves. I-I'm addicted? I need to sleep more. It's healthy, they say. It's fun. When was the last time I had fun? The more I see the light, the more I hate it. I bring the shutters down. Relaxing. Freeing. Pink flower keep falling. Peach flower keep shimmering. How come I never thought of it before? Now back to sleep. Wait, I can't sleep anymore. But everything's so festive. Are the photos not alive? But they frequently chatter. To me. And you---no me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Branded into these pixels of prizes and sporks full of dramatic dressings. What is meaning again? I kick the blanket out of the bed. I threw my pillows on the other side. It's hot. Everything's so hot. My air conditoner is on max---what's happening?? No, sleep! It does not take long for me to gasp for air. I keep denying it but it is always in the back of my mind. The only answer is to get out. I try by slowly lifting my legs and down to the floor. Do I really? Now? This is the only answer. I repeat thrice. I'm getting old. A wind caresses my cheek. I forgot I was even in a house. Dream's over.

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May 15, 2021

May 15, 2021 at 6:05 AM UTC

WHEN DO YOU SLEEP IN THE PIXELATED CLOUD?

What do you drink to get the purple out of my tongue? What do you take to forget? The picture of white lady on the mirror chanting ****** mary. The video of being spanked. The layout of the patterns. It is all made into a trail. Wishing to cloak, I thought it worked but it was only a blanket. The blinking lights of the window. It manages to ***** me and remind me of competition in traffic. The list. Lists. Numbered. Keep scrolling. Will it affect my life? Needing to fit the box of a ten-year old, I sleep. Then, I post. That was not myself. How did this whole page about me belongs to someone else? I never drift before. Why, I wonder. Here comes the businesses. The banquets. Watching a flute get Tarzan'd by a piece of rope hanged across the room. Out of the blue, I found myself touring with a foreigner. What does he want from me? Is it wrong to think this way? He only asked me where I live and how I am. I stop. I feel the chills burning through my hands to fingers. The bones get cold, but do not when plugged by nerves. I-I'm addicted? I need to sleep more. It's healthy, they say. It's fun. When was the last time I had fun? The more I see the light, the more I hate it. I bring the shutters down. Relaxing. Freeing. Pink flower keep falling. Peach flower keep shimmering. How come I never thought of it before? Now back to sleep. Wait, I can't sleep anymore. But everything's so festive. Are the photos not alive? But they frequently chatter. To me. And you---no me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Branded into these pixels of prizes and sporks full of dramatic dressings. What is meaning again? I kick the blanket out of the bed. I threw my pillows on the other side. It's hot. Everything's so hot. My air conditoner is on max---what's happening?? No, sleep! It does not take long for me to gasp for air. I keep denying it but it is always in the back of my mind. The only answer is to get out. I try by slowly lifting my legs and down to the floor. Do I really? Now? This is the only answer. I repeat thrice. I'm getting old. A wind caresses my cheek. I forgot I was even in a house. Dream's over.

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What rhymes with the opthalmologist's light? Soothe the sand with your new shampoo Starfish boosted paragraphs Or starfish-looking eyes? Melon wax building up on the corn's wall Man, how do they season the bee's lens? How do you feel about dominoes cracking? How many times to trip on belt powder? Why did the kid asked "Why do motorcycles circle around while we can't?" Segue to segregate the segways in the sky basket Hearing the boy once more, "I will make you shiny!" The aunt told him, "I will bake you apple pie." What if the queen ant had feelings? A sub-species requesting a leverage from the higher up Uplift the spirits Listening really is the answer? Explain again how a small hut can fold a bloodstained ring Careful, there is only one plane They say don't wiggle it for fun Wait, hold on Will you attach the baby meerkat on the GIF maker's father? Do you want to be a song title? Maybe dream more I would not have this job Farewell, Santa Claus

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Mar 18, 2021

Mar 18, 2021 at 6:06 AM UTC

Calculator on the Pier

What rhymes with the opthalmologist's light? Soothe the sand with your new shampoo Starfish boosted paragraphs Or starfish-looking eyes? Melon wax building up on the corn's wall Man, how do they season the bee's lens? How do you feel about dominoes cracking? How many times to trip on belt powder? Why did the kid asked "Why do motorcycles circle around while we can't?" Segue to segregate the segways in the sky basket Hearing the boy once more, "I will make you shiny!" The aunt told him, "I will bake you apple pie." What if the queen ant had feelings? A sub-species requesting a leverage from the higher up Uplift the spirits Listening really is the answer? Explain again how a small hut can fold a bloodstained ring Careful, there is only one plane They say don't wiggle it for fun Wait, hold on Will you attach the baby meerkat on the GIF maker's father? Do you want to be a song title? Maybe dream more I would not have this job Farewell, Santa Claus

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Don't don't don't release the cap Cap threatened with triviality Blame the dog next to you Free of decisions and confidence--the face that is Sitting on the chair made of medals Traumatic in the sense of reflecting the mirror on the wrong shadow of the lamppost Weighing the child's drawings and ancestors Which one is more equal? The brittleness of the smell Keep sniffing to keep on lingering You really know how life support works Put it on them after you show your ***** harpoons And then got cold, left them behind on overdose That will catch on to dust How to understand respect between? Factually, no man is an island Are we that imperfect? We never realised perfection is the only value in your equation Perfection is the only key to these rusted locks Perfection is it...? The thing is...you are not the only one who, at the core, is made up of an ant colony's bites We all are! Piling and sorting the nostalgia and blasting it on a broken vinyl With all that, the island might be sweet and savory A few touches here and there and will be fine It is an option since you are an ever-growing wetlands Must be good to emulate your manipulate? Is your war even civil? No, because you only remember THAT part of the history wrapped as a legend for you to chug on Stripping Bible verses will not help you Constructive criticism and hatred is different You throw grenades That is your only personality Then say, "I never meant something ill." Trillion times Stitch it. If you keep screaming it, your throat will not be the only thing that is absent in the jacket. Will the party on the 88th floor stop for a minute?! When will all these floors crash down since that might be the only way out of this stable building? We can handle this handlebar of a person DO NOT COPY THE CARBON COPIES FROM #16788003 AEDEN BOX. What are them? It does not matter whose garden it is You will keep picking the flowers It is not mowing anyone's You just think it is. You are not even on the grass. Worry is the distance of the hectares and tomorrowland of your ancestors' Burden is the fire that burnt it all down Can it still be resurrected? Arson is affront, but it will just spread again Is there some bouquet spray to wander around with? Time is multiplicity The fire must be imaginary or dying inside with you. The hypocrisy is not functional anymore Vulnerability is not an aesthetic You nod but why everything falling out is off? Yeah, it is our fault that your medals are just counted WE ARE JUST GONNA ACCEPT IT. Punching the windows will forever be our therapy center As long as you enter

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Feb 12, 2021

Feb 12, 2021 at 12:53 AM UTC

Marker

Don't don't don't release the cap Cap threatened with triviality Blame the dog next to you Free of decisions and confidence--the face that is Sitting on the chair made of medals Traumatic in the sense of reflecting the mirror on the wrong shadow of the lamppost Weighing the child's drawings and ancestors Which one is more equal? The brittleness of the smell Keep sniffing to keep on lingering You really know how life support works Put it on them after you show your ***** harpoons And then got cold, left them behind on overdose That will catch on to dust How to understand respect between? Factually, no man is an island Are we that imperfect? We never realised perfection is the only value in your equation Perfection is the only key to these rusted locks Perfection is it...? The thing is...you are not the only one who, at the core, is made up of an ant colony's bites We all are! Piling and sorting the nostalgia and blasting it on a broken vinyl With all that, the island might be sweet and savory A few touches here and there and will be fine It is an option since you are an ever-growing wetlands Must be good to emulate your manipulate? Is your war even civil? No, because you only remember THAT part of the history wrapped as a legend for you to chug on Stripping Bible verses will not help you Constructive criticism and hatred is different You throw grenades That is your only personality Then say, "I never meant something ill." Trillion times Stitch it. If you keep screaming it, your throat will not be the only thing that is absent in the jacket. Will the party on the 88th floor stop for a minute?! When will all these floors crash down since that might be the only way out of this stable building? We can handle this handlebar of a person DO NOT COPY THE CARBON COPIES FROM #16788003 AEDEN BOX. What are them? It does not matter whose garden it is You will keep picking the flowers It is not mowing anyone's You just think it is. You are not even on the grass. Worry is the distance of the hectares and tomorrowland of your ancestors' Burden is the fire that burnt it all down Can it still be resurrected? Arson is affront, but it will just spread again Is there some bouquet spray to wander around with? Time is multiplicity The fire must be imaginary or dying inside with you. The hypocrisy is not functional anymore Vulnerability is not an aesthetic You nod but why everything falling out is off? Yeah, it is our fault that your medals are just counted WE ARE JUST GONNA ACCEPT IT. Punching the windows will forever be our therapy center As long as you enter

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Ano 'tong haluan? Bigla rin ako napasuka Akala ko ako na ang utak Pwede ako magbawi, pero ikaw hindi Yan ang batas, di ba? Patas ang batas Ng patintero Lamunin ang mga numero Parang wala silang **** 'Pag nag-iisa daw, masama kaagad Ang bilis umakyat ng ministro pero walang dalang impormasyon Lagyan ng sablay ang tibok Sakit na dala ng kinalalamnan ng araw Sa sunod ng sunod sa malarong pisngi at ang kulay nito Pinapasa-pasa nila Wala daw sabaw Kaya ko iniba ang presyo Kahit hindi mahanap ang totoo Nilalayo ang inspeksyon Ingay ng "Happy Birthday" Siyamnapung beses sa kabilang bahay Paikot-ikot sa steering wheel Ng milyong dolyar, walang down payment na sasakyan komersyal Iyon ang benepisyo ng mga itik sa latik Wala naman talagang may gugusto na lumabas sa parisukat Kasi iyon lang ang tirahan nila Kahit ang halaman ay tigok Ano ba talaga gustong mangyari? Hindi iisa ang kasiyahan Nasaan ba siya? Kamatayan ang hintayan Hindi pa rin matulungan ang nahihirapan Hindi na ako komportable sa ilawan

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Jan 14, 2021

Jan 14, 2021 at 8:06 AM UTC

Bilisan

Ano 'tong haluan? Bigla rin ako napasuka Akala ko ako na ang utak Pwede ako magbawi, pero ikaw hindi Yan ang batas, di ba? Patas ang batas Ng patintero Lamunin ang mga numero Parang wala silang **** 'Pag nag-iisa daw, masama kaagad Ang bilis umakyat ng ministro pero walang dalang impormasyon Lagyan ng sablay ang tibok Sakit na dala ng kinalalamnan ng araw Sa sunod ng sunod sa malarong pisngi at ang kulay nito Pinapasa-pasa nila Wala daw sabaw Kaya ko iniba ang presyo Kahit hindi mahanap ang totoo Nilalayo ang inspeksyon Ingay ng "Happy Birthday" Siyamnapung beses sa kabilang bahay Paikot-ikot sa steering wheel Ng milyong dolyar, walang down payment na sasakyan komersyal Iyon ang benepisyo ng mga itik sa latik Wala naman talagang may gugusto na lumabas sa parisukat Kasi iyon lang ang tirahan nila Kahit ang halaman ay tigok Ano ba talaga gustong mangyari? Hindi iisa ang kasiyahan Nasaan ba siya? Kamatayan ang hintayan Hindi pa rin matulungan ang nahihirapan Hindi na ako komportable sa ilawan

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