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Oh, what once was a dream turned into a haunting nightmare.
A nightmare that  soon turned to reality.
I though I had you forever.
Then I dreamed that you choose another.
Startled out of my terrifying dream. Was the true nightmare to come.
For what was once a blank screen.
Glowed a new message.
In that moment my eternalized fear became reality.
You are not the one.
Past
Trajectory of life
Tracing
Subjectively and objectively
Yet remains of past
Like an artifacts explanation varies from
Person to person...
Based on the time and space...
Situation to situation
Cultural and geographical location
Many factors...involved

Rather than going to
Subjectively viewing a framework...
And clouds of theories...and probability of viewing
Clustors of Truth is relative in nature...I hope so
Indeed!

Though both objective and subjective
Framework should be taken into care

Inorder to understand
Probability of probable life in past
Cheers!!!!
The continuum of existence,
The constant push and pull.
No time left for actual learning,
Just dying undercover,
We're just trying to keep our cool.
So next time you actually think,
Existence is something more than a series of points
Plotted on a paper graph,
Remember this, my child,
Life is ****,
It's just waiting for us to quit.
idk its finals week
Why have you given me this heart
Still it beats
Yet I do not know the rhythm

You say it is a gift
So I cannot
Just pass it on to the next

I hold it between my hands
For it does not fit
Inside of my ribbed cage

My chest rejects in earnest
Such a thing as this
That it would sway my mind

For such a small one
The weight is heavy
I cannot hold it for long

I grow weak
In the strength of my arms
For I have no stamina

For what will drive me
What will push
Me to love, with just a mind

And yet I cannot help
But wonder
If this is why I do not love myself

For a heart is a thing
That must be contained
So the mind can be free

And if it is cold
And simply lies adjacent
So the rest if it's body

It will never do what
It was intended for
Just as you do with yours
bubblegum girls do not love lemonhead boys,
yet puckering lips sound oh so sweet,
and sugar does not mix with sour in my
candy land world
but how I wish your tongue to graze mine
against cavity teeth and silver finishing,
and all you want is to chew me up and spit me out,
the way all lemonhead boys do,
but bubblegum girls crave those
stupid, sour boys
and wonder why they spit them out, too.
Because not everyone can sit in sugar and have a sweet ***.
I thought I knew you
But you were just aloof
They said: he's lone wolf, lone wolf
But I say: he's more like lion, look at the proof
Sneaking, reaching for what he desires
Him and mercy have never met in person
It was just in her to smile,
programmed at birth.

Her smile was bright,
enough to light up a bleak room.

She was a joy to have around,
the warmth some needed in their life.

But not anymore.

Her smile's faded,
leaving no trace of it ever being there.

She's stone cold,
unable to feel happiness.

She's fought back with all she could,
but it's not in her anymore.

And they wonder why.

They ask her,
"Where's the old girl I know? It's too quiet."
She doesn't lie, so she can't say that it isn't them.

So now she walks down a lonely path,
one that she wouldn't voluntarily walk,
but has to.

She's lost her most beautiful trait,
and she's willing to take it back.
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