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Roro Sep 10
I just wanna be me
And also feel normal
Can't I have both?
...apparently not
Roro Sep 10
You gazed at the endless field of flowers
Stalking and scanning them by the hour.
So, you plucked one to keep in your room
Now this one awaits their doom.
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;
Roro Sep 6
I had three bowls of cereal today
Is that interesting? Is that strange?
What if I told you it was Cheerios
A cereal I intensely hate?
Suddenly I'm in love
Suddenly life is beautiful and so is fate
Even if I am in misery, in the darkness above
This shallow pain, this filter over my youth
It cannot touch the core of my being
The beliefs I stand for, they still hold true
If I could opt out, choose not to exist
I would turn it down with great satisfaction
Hell and hell all over again with pleasure
I feel lucky to be alive
I am lucky I get to taste
Even the ******* cereal...
Thanks, Cheerios
You're actually pretty ******* great
:(: Getting more and more depressed each day, but feeling more and more in love with life and inspired to create :):
Roro Sep 1
Now
In this ferris wheel
I find my gestation and my birth
In this eternal loop
I take my last breath on this earth
In this complex world
I see the rest of my life unfold
In this life I live now
I visit the others I may have known
In this one moment
Every story can be told and shown
In this fixed space
All of time, all the times, times to be revolve
Roro Aug 30
You can wish and hope for more

Without being ungrateful

Without making yourself poor.
Roro Aug 30
Sweet melting ice cream
Sunrise beamed in blue and pink
Snowflakes drizzling, a silent scream
Soft pillows for her cheek to sink
Scents filling her nose like a sweet stream
Lying in her same bed
Eyes open but not awake
Senseless to her frozen core
Not sure if it’s all fake
Her reality now a distant dream
Memories of the world she made, erased
The rainbow sprinkled donut that was her life
She couldn’t recognize or taste
Derealization can make someone feel the world and life they built around them is not real, like living in a hazy dream in an unrecognizable place.
  Aug 29 Roro
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
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