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Am I now?
Am I god?
Is that why they are scared?
I have not threatened anyone
I have not killed anyone (though I would mentally)
I have not hurt anyone (I hope)
So why will I scare them with something that they will eventually learn about?
Maybe it is my face. It is expressionless.
i don't get people.
There’s a human
No
A skeleton.
It’s eating bread. Well… chocking on it really.
A grave is being dug.
A box filled with wedding rings.
Red paint on a bed
Roses on the floor
A glass shattered
Someone fainted
A child is crying
A mother is crying
A man is crying
Everyone is crying.
based on my thoughts of king of pain by the police
There’s a lot of sounds around me.
A door opened just now.
An agreement.
Door shut.
A bag rustling.
My keyboard’s clicking sounds.
A click of my mouse.
Chairs scraping the floor.
Footsteps.
There are many sights as well.
People in school uniform walking around me
Walking through many doors.
Many words too:
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So many words.
There’s no smell.
No taste.
All I can feel are my clothes and the clickity clackity keyboard
Wait: another sound - laughter
just some observations
Sometimes I look around me
and everything feels so fake -
I doubt
if I am real or not.
“Dads not home”
Is the phrase he’s heard for years.
“dad?” he called out in the empty home. He knew it was empty a second later.
10 years earlier he asked his dad to help with homework
“sorry son, Im too busy. Got a lot to do…”
30 years later he called his son “let’s meet up.”
“sorry dad, Im too busy. Got a lot to do…”
based on the song cats in the cradle by **** kid joe
If you open your eyes,
you may see many things
***** toothed smiles at the train station
Ragged clothes and worn shoes
An advert about the 10-year-old kid
who’s now a mother
Soldiers looking happy
in those ‘join the army’ signs
Who are hiding their
trauma and nervousness,
depression and sorrow
behind fake joyful smiles
seriously london....
Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I’m humming so that I can’t hear them
But they can hear me
And hate my humming
But how else do I cope?
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