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  Jul 2017 Atta
Vanessa Escopin
Anong laban ko sa babaeng mas uunahin mo kesa sakin?
Anong laban ko sa babaeng kahit huli **** nakilala pero nakasama mo ng matagal?
Anong laban ko sa babaeng laging nasa tabi mo pag kailangan mo ng karamay?
Anong laban ko sa babaeng mas kilala ang pamilya mo?
Anong laban ko sa babeng maraming alam tungkol sayo,
sa lahat ng bagay na gusto mo,
sa lahat ng bagay na ayaw mo?

Anong laban ko sa babae na kasabay mo sa lahat ng trip mo sa buhay?

Anong laban ko sa babaeng ngiti pa lang mamahalin mo na?

Anong laban ko sa bestfriend mo?
  Jul 2017 Atta
Unrequited Love
I find it quite ironic, that my antidepressant pills taste like death.
They are the worst
Atta Jul 2017
lol i survive
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you!
Atta Jul 2017
I can't continue to write poetic ***** of my life.
Why?
Because, babe, I know
you know that I am a sad girl
and you don't have a nerve to save me
so i quit.
have fun being a silent reader
have fun crying at my funeral
have fun living a life w/o me
i love you all.
.
Ill be hiatus for awhile or forever idk. Lol please change my mind ehe
Atta Jul 2017
We are not dating
and
I don't like you.
You are one of my friends, and I love you as friend.

I saw your brown eyes in many ways:
when they're blue, I set your mood to red.
Setting fire so we could burn the whole blue horizon.

When they're grey, I laughed a lil bit because your idea of everything.
Listening to our dream and dancing till the day comes.

When they're brown, we went to our own world.
You were the king and i was the queen, ruling our kingdom and executing our sadness.

man, those were the days we looked at each others and said some *******.

then, the day came and we took different paths.

soon, I'll see you sit beside me, cheering the moment from our thrones.

As friend.
Really *** is this. I do have boyfriend- and he's one of the sweetest ******* ever. Im so sorry if there were grammar errors becuase i gave no **** when i wrotr this lol.
  Jul 2017 Atta
Lydia Victoria Kate
Thorns tighten round the neck,
Wicked words cloud her head.

The sharp little teeth of the
Bramble crown
Inject her perfect scruff

Her feet grow numb, one shoe off
The other still on.

Her eyes remain open,
Reaching for the door.

For when one closes,
Another opens up

But this
Stayed jammed, tight shut.

She longed for this hanging,
To be the way out.

To escape the clasping hands
Of hoofed devil.

But as her blood pooled
And failed to clot.

She released, life was
Everything she thought it not.
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