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another day, another night
is this how life goes until the fortnight
i wake up everyday with ardent hope
but the situation is just getting... nope
i wanna explore the world
i'm ready for something extraordinarily bold
but why am i being repressed
from Thy liberty blessed
prisoner of experience
never to behold an amusement and a sense
i feel numb, shattered
broken self is scattered
why am i breathing in this generation?
albeit i choose not to be
another day, another night
where dreams are hidden away
soon, we will be
tomorrow's mystery
whistling land breeze at the end of October
Star-spangled banner waves in my corner
ultrasonic blue lights reach me closer
I still think of you even when I'm sober

I stare at my phone and construct a phrase
I create an image of your eyes and face
that's the totality of the beauty ever made!
wish I could unsee it right now, in this barricade.

I burnt peace in my mind with torture
overpowered my waking days with such a creature
I became suppressed by the breach of rupture
killing me softly with every minute of your courtier
I put myself back in the narrative / I stop wasting time on tears / I lived another fifty years
the eastern seaboard premieres a show,
spectators from the west are enthused and thrilled.
with the surround sounds of friction and sparks,
I hark and pay attention to the mysterious theater.

a character is full of anger and delusions;
going to and fro on the amphitheater's stage.
as the play closes to its duration, her anger intensifies.
the protagonist transforms into a menace!

a madwoman, but her act is fathomable.
she hopes for everyone to see, to realize -
the continuing abuse of the Mind.
because her act is real suffering.

the show willย ย be seen not just by the west;
this is the first regular performance
it's a story that is never told,
and it was supposed to be not.
a show by Mother Earth
One ******* stands in the corner of the room.
Whilst the moonlight beams through the French windows,
He is motionless as he waits to endure more pain.
Without suffering and a thumping Pulse,
Can he live?
Although he continuously prays for change,
He thrives and thrives and grows...
my mind doesn't make sense
my body doesn't make sense
my action doesn't make sense
do i still make sense?
too dumb and desperate;
lust was running in my nerves.
so the consequence of imprudence:
I became naked,
and then everythingโ€™s gone.
a song started slow
the midway stirred us though
so hand in hand, we moved around to try
๐‘†๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘ '๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘’
had the midway let us to and fro,
yet we ended...
in full sorrow
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜—๐˜ช๐˜ฆ
๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜”๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ
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