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 Aug 2017 chloe james
Eliza
Even when it leaves you
And you've missed the bus
And your battery has gone
And the hot water has run out
And you just dropped your salami
Be grateful for the colour in your eyes
And for the movement in your face
And how you can swallow your own tea
And the way your mind goes its own way
Despite all conflict today I am grateful
For the people that reached out to me
You assumed I had erred.
And, while it is human
To assume, why did you?
Perhaps it is because
I am a teen
And we are all the same anyways.
 Aug 2017 chloe james
nivek
this skin, this dustjacket, this shell,
given birth into Mankind

the passport, you would think
to Humanity

how wrong we are proved
and prove wrong

ourselves
trapped in a gully of guilt
resonant vibes tripping
looks like imma need a quilt
to keep em burning

stove roasting me inside out
padahal it's me being a lout

insolence and indolence
causing insolvency
leading to misery

ABBA ABBA,lama sabacthani
Vader,ik ben vergeven
of ik verwijderd?

hear me roar myself
to sleep amidst the ashes of
my fury aided by a durry.
scitter scatter
the pitter patter
putting a ball
into a hole in a wall

realising sisyphus
is no different
from a officeperson
one rolls a boulder up,only to fall
another types into a spreadsheet,only to find another in their thrall.
Beauty is not based on gorgeous features,
And lovely appearances isn’t a contest,
But you feel great when well-groomed.

Whether you comb your hair,
Or you are clean shaven,
A good presentation boosts self-esteem.

Feeling happy with how you look,
Causing a chain reaction of positivity,
Showing optimistic behaviors that shine.

Looking like a model isn’t the purpose,
It’s about being pleased with yourself,
Displaying an image of confidence.
my skin doesn't feel so bad
offering an oblation that i had

cigarette to a man,sheets of newspaper
bed for a night,mamak for ambience.

perspective is evitcepsrep
what's mine could be theirs
and what's their could be mine.

blessings untold and unfold
only when the scissors hit the cloth
and the tapestry of the veil begins to unroll.
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