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 4d Foogle
Liana
I saw them
I saw her face
And I'm sorry
But I couldn't just watch it happen

They were not going to get away with it this time
No one messes with my friends.
No one.

You can call ME names
Make comments on MY body
And laugh at ME
But there's no way
That you're doing it to her
So there's a chance I get protective over my friends. They were mocking her from afar and I marched up to them and gave them a little piece of my mind. I never resort to violence, but I made sure my words made it clear. I didn't get to say as much as I wanted  to those disgusting terrible people because someone pulled me away but they better get it now. No one messes with the people I care about. NO ONE. ❤️❤️❤️
 4d Foogle
Liana
I'm the rain
I don't hurt anyone
I just exist and try to be as genuine and gentle as I can
I try to grow flowers
But they stay inside

As I pour over the town
I squint into one backyard
Where someone is dancing in the thing they are avoiding

I want them to love me even when I'm preventing the sun from going in their eyes
I want them to love me when I wasn't holding back
When I let myself be
Like they were
When they were spinning and jumping

I am rain
I am the tear of the cloud
I am everywhere
And I've seen so much
But I guess I still don't know where to fall

I am rain
And I want to be loved too
Which is why I smile when they keep their umbrella closed
And step outside
And get covered with authenticity

I am rajn
Thought
Every day feels like I'm drowning in my thoughts.
I cannot run from it.
Nightmare becomes a scream, but rain is not an option.

I tried to become a star
It shines, but it is filled with lies.
Every clap sounds like a clown.
Cry me a river, I swear I'd drown myself.
Y2K
At midnight
I will scare myself
into the new millennium

with dates
and charts
and graphs

about fractions
and formulas
and fundamental folly

all because
some genius thought
that in the grand scheme
of things

2 > 4
 4d Foogle
Millee
life is like a heart beat
it has its ups and downs
our highs and lows
it levels out just as we do
that's how you know you're alive
my heart is drenched
in flame
my heart
has gone
way  beyond
what you  so rightly call
shame.
even if it hurts me
i can grow numb
but i have to live
and wait forever

the pain
isn't worse
than the shame
you make me feel
just when you mock me
just when you block me

just know
i also hate myself for hurting you
just know
i also hate myself
for being so short,
for always going back and forth

what if he's in his own world?
what if there's another girl?
what if he abandoned ship?
there's nothing else that exist

and the pain
just might make me die;
but at least i tried
cried, and cired, and cried
just to end up here
feeling no more tears
after all these years
i still love you
like i did before
there is trust no more

i have confidence that you hate me
for all the awful things i be
and even if you hurt me worse,
i still blame myself first

oh, i
would stay here forever until i die
won't ever get no therapy, won't even try
i'll just watch the screen as time goes by
i'll love never another man like you
never abandon you
never let go of you

never love another man like you
 5d Foogle
Leora
There was red, and there was blue.
Can’t forget orange, yellow, and purple too.
There’s one missing,
So vibrant and bright—
It’s the color of life,
Reminds me of something pure.
It’s the cure to sadness,
My true happiness.
It’s imprinted in my brain;
I’ll never forget the color’s shade.
It’s his eyes—
My forever and true light.
let me by


everyones broke, dont understand
everyones broke, dont understand
let me by,
let me by

time flies
in the dark
like a shadow
through my soul
in an earth
that is cold
in a world
that is bold

no one to hear;
no one to hold
i am whats left
of their jagged mold
i feel old,
feel like stone
all i am
is skin and bone

everyones broke, dont understand
everyones broke, dont understand
so let me by,
let me by
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Mira
I'm pretty sure everything I say
is just a quiet cry for help.
I express my joy, a smile on my face—
but if you read between the lines,
you'll see me melt.

I mask my pity in beautiful words,
my word *****—
strung into sonnets,
and called art.

I beg them to read,
to open their eyes and see,

to hear at my pleas—
look at me, and weep.

But I'm a pathetic poet,
I yearn to be understood.
Yet, they only read my work,
and call it good.
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