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raudha
raudha
Singaporean between words, the soul dissipates / http://charmingsuicide.tumblr.com
Body glistening in the sun, A sweat trickled down my face. It's 8pm into the night, Yet it feels like the day hasn't gone by. My mind blanketed by a shroud of unconsciousness, I'm staring at a tangled draft. An obvious clutter in my view, A pile of junk I presumed. Anxiety was at an all time high, The lights on the streets blurring by. My lighted cigarette was the only thing I could see, Yet with perfect vision, I couldn't see the forward path.
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
Untitled
A passion in us, a drive within individuals. If nurtured right, it will lead to a future bright. Given the times, we are all born with future; Even with so, grieve still live within us all; with depression hand in hand, poisoning us whole. These were supposed to be the times we prosper; Suprisingly, many of us falter. Who is to be blamed for this? If you're an atheist, would you blame a non-existent god for this? The answer lies within us, to remain appreciative and kind, only then would we be calm. So let's help all in achieving this, and may our souls rest in peace.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
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The essence of the very best is in us all, but how do we achieve and strive, without no direction at all?
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
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Airplanes flying, old couples chilling; How can one have such dedicated lives, when the youth are sinking?
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
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Death works in mysterious ways; Yet it's an expected thing. A form of acceptance, one must learn not to cling. It happens when you least expect it, it happens without a tip. It happens in a blink of an eye, and the soul is His to keep. A rattle of death is shaken, with grieve in its place. A life will soon be departed, and into His hands you will be placed. No one’s prepared enough for the afterlife, but a little faith will take us far. Live an otherwise benign life, with humility higher than par. For we’re all just humans, our organs in a jar. A living piece of matter, waiting for the untold.
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
The Death Commandment: from me to myself
sweet, sweet mellow you can't help but to feel yellow with a tune so catchy, you can never catch yourself feeling moody an enchanting beat complete with bopping heads feeling like you're at an island sipping to the scenery away everything seems calmer with the world feeling much kinder a sense of peace oh, this is just the right release
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
reggae release
you were my everything the twinkling stars that i wished upon the scorching sun that gave me light the round moon that reflected so bright and a hope for better days to come but seasons change weathers don't stay the same tides grew bigger storms were louder we couldn't stay our home was being deranged with its bricks falling with its memories dying with our souls withering away i watched you fade away into the darkness you became a whole other person, you changed your ways i could no longer feel the same especially since the day you walked away no, I'll never say i regretted this neither will i say that i want you to stay the truth hurts you have already gone too far away there's nothing left of you in my room maybe a photograph or two for the good times when i think of you other than that, i wouldn't want you around you scarred me so terribly, how could i not frown? so it's best this way us being on our separate ways i hope she treats you best i hope your mind would finally be at rest you were my greatest test to be apart, one shan't fret you were once my everything but you're in safe hands now with that being said, i can finally end our final chapter and with it bid our final goodbye
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
the end of our story
what lies beneath those unwithered souls; a ticking clock, or a single brick unevenly placed on their walls? a drying piece of grassland, or a garden filled with blooms? with smiles masked on their faces, who'd know if they were real? with eyes glistening upon the shadows of their insides, i guess that's when you know what’s real they say the upon the first fraction of a second from a glimpse you may know what they're truly feeling but what if they're pathological liars, would you know what's real? don't fret, you're not alone be genuine and kind, and the rest untold
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
what lies beneath
we’re drift drift drifting away 
where we’re headed to we don’t know
maybe we’d end up being together down the road after being apart 
no one knows but for now we’re drifting away along with everything we had built so what were we?
 no one knows
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
drift
pitter patter on the sidewalk, 
a drop of temperature outside. 
 the clouds overhead were grey, 
a chilly wind blew through my hair. i sat on the sofa huddling my blanket close,
 watching my cats fluffing up their coats.
 the smell of warm food lingered in the house, 
a whistling kettle screamed out in anger. with my phone in hand typing these down,
 i sincerely wished you were around. 
 it has been nine days since i last saw you,
 and i can’t help but to wonder about you missing me too.
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC
9 days