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Love my fluffy friend more than stranger parents. My innocent friend, don’t follow trend, Always same, always bland, Soaked in invisible blood stains. Soul bleeds, life is a mess. Fairytale is a home, lifelong bless. World demands unaddressed sacrifice, Always it scales the less. Providers have the crown of madness, laser light of so much pride More than the Almighty? On the pointed light, we search a corner to hide. They demand exchange, More obedience than so little guidance, From every way possible. Aren’t we kids human? Not all-rounder in every syllable. In this so called perfect world not everything is doable. Mock your looks, the love for your academic books. They say nothing matters Losers can't fight That’s how each night A fragile heart shatters. Not everyone is a topper, A beauty with wisdom , Chef, also good vegetable chopper. Not a full-time cleaner, Not a extraordinary kid and to whom world says clever Work all time, no exchange of wages, The meter of scale never truly changes. Pillow, the transparent pain you swallow, Leaves my tired eyes hollow. It hurts so much I can’t sleep, Biting my dear pillow, I silence my broken weep. Tried to keep All your demands in my hand , it stabbed too deep. It bleeds every day, Searching for the Almighty In the clouds, swaying leaves Who never demands, only gives. Buried my sleep I was never meant to keep. Gave up spectacles who promised better sight World laughs, they don’t like. (A) gets mockery over the study of hours after cleaning, chopping, cooking, being a best kid I dropped the lid of life Dropped my clingy weight — Scale wants only 45. Still, world says to little ones, “Don’t be like her, she is 1 out of 85.” A soft pillow, where we search for comfort, We blame the illegal claim. Pain sings by every broken chord. Where is pain? Yearn for God. So near, but so far, Lord of scale up there But here, scale is the only proof, Charges rent in obedience, Reward is just a roof. Here heart stays unkept. I am stuck in Life debt.
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
Life Debt
Love my fluffy friend more than stranger parents. My innocent friend, don’t follow trend, Always same, always bland, Soaked in invisible blood stains. Soul bleeds, life is a mess. Fairytale is a home, lifelong bless. World demands unaddressed sacrifice, Always it scales the less. Providers have the crown of madness, laser light of so much pride More than the Almighty? On the pointed light, we search a corner to hide. They demand exchange, More obedience than so little guidance, From every way possible. Aren’t we kids human? Not all-rounder in every syllable. In this so called perfect world not everything is doable. Mock your looks, the love for your academic books. They say nothing matters Losers can't fight That’s how each night A fragile heart shatters. Not everyone is a topper, A beauty with wisdom , Chef, also good vegetable chopper. Not a full-time cleaner, Not a extraordinary kid and to whom world says clever Work all time, no exchange of wages, The meter of scale never truly changes. Pillow, the transparent pain you swallow, Leaves my tired eyes hollow. It hurts so much I can’t sleep, Biting my dear pillow, I silence my broken weep. Tried to keep All your demands in my hand , it stabbed too deep. It bleeds every day, Searching for the Almighty In the clouds, swaying leaves Who never demands, only gives. Buried my sleep I was never meant to keep. Gave up spectacles who promised better sight World laughs, they don’t like. (A) gets mockery over the study of hours after cleaning, chopping, cooking, being a best kid I dropped the lid of life Dropped my clingy weight — Scale wants only 45. Still, world says to little ones, “Don’t be like her, she is 1 out of 85.” A soft pillow, where we search for comfort, We blame the illegal claim. Pain sings by every broken chord. Where is pain? Yearn for God. So near, but so far, Lord of scale up there But here, scale is the only proof, Charges rent in obedience, Reward is just a roof. Here heart stays unkept. I am stuck in Life debt.
pillow understood more than people did.For anyone who has ever felt like love came with conditions.
Thesilentobserver
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
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