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Life is a breeze, and we are the dust it carries. Settle in wherever it tosses you.
Scream!
Sometimes it’s better
Frustration leaves faster
Anger one masters
Love becomes vaster,
While stirring away from disaster.
Sometimes it’s better
To just Scream!
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
Hamies
sometimes flowers just bloom to cheer up the ground
&' sometimes stars just shine to keep the moon company
sometimes cigarettes burn so hearts can extinguish
sometimes demons scream so souls can rest in silence
- h;
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
Aishu
Life is beautiful and Inspiring
When you are being you

By being you
You bring love and Inspiration
To your life and the life of others
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
Maddy
Take a hard look
Turn off the noise of the past
If those toxic creatures messed with your soul
Set yourself and them free
Once they roll off their thrones
Bid them and what they did a long over due farewell
Take along hard look and realize they did a number on you because you didn't know better and you were too sensitive to see for yourself
Beauty is inside and out

C@rainbowchaser2021
To those who were bullied, Been there,
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
Girl
Broken
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
Girl
“I find peace in the rain” and with that, she walked into the rain and didn’t look back...
That was the last time anyone saw her. She was a girl, a broken girl. She was a perfectly broken girl that lived under a broken roof in a broken world. After all, when your life falls apart it’s hard not to fall with it.
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
Girl
"Perfect"
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
Girl
I scream but no one can hear me, I’m alone in a room full of people. Society, scrutinizing my every move… My mind racing with all the things that could happen, overthinking every small detail of my life. Plastering over my cracks, covering my imperfections with a perfectly rehearsed laugh as I try not to cry. Only until I’m alone at night, I don’t have to hide behind this mask of happiness. Finally, I can wipe away this makeup of perfection and allow the tears I spent so long suppressing to finally surface. Practicing my fake smile for tomorrow. I’m a perfectionist, and if I have to fake it till I make it, then so be it. But alone I sit wishing I was as perfect as I looked… as I tried to seem. I’ll play the part until they see through my masquerade. I’ll be perfect till I’m not.
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