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Whereas individuals corresponds to light and some only commemorates the sun Beats and rhythm are heard only when instruments are played neglecting the percussions in each step we take Whereas credibility is judged by the eye lashes, contours of jaw lines and skin tone, a mask potraying a transparent persona We evolve as a whole, enabling us to calculate the distance between rock bottom and stardom or the existence of umbra of the sun, still some are left behind taking no umbrage of the insults the society bring forth Whereas, Dialogue is to articulate ones perspective in accordance to the culture but the unique individuals that are indifferent using slang are often deemed as ostentatious Whereas a picture speaks a thousand words, the accoutre depicts a thousand lies We resent what we reap, repent and repeat We acclaim the mere seconds of glances and likes we obtain The frivolous joy shifting our molecules as it really is ,till we lie in dirt and turn to dust, nothing.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Individuals
Whereas individuals corresponds to light and some only commemorates the sun Beats and rhythm are heard only when instruments are played neglecting the percussions in each step we take Whereas credibility is judged by the eye lashes, contours of jaw lines and skin tone, a mask potraying a transparent persona We evolve as a whole, enabling us to calculate the distance between rock bottom and stardom or the existence of umbra of the sun, still some are left behind taking no umbrage of the insults the society bring forth Whereas, Dialogue is to articulate ones perspective in accordance to the culture but the unique individuals that are indifferent using slang are often deemed as ostentatious Whereas a picture speaks a thousand words, the accoutre depicts a thousand lies We resent what we reap, repent and repeat We acclaim the mere seconds of glances and likes we obtain The frivolous joy shifting our molecules as it really is ,till we lie in dirt and turn to dust, nothing.
Nabeatnik
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Singapore
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
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