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leena Jul 2014
the happier you are
the sadder you will get
CommonStory Jun 2014
To **** a bluejay
Give it soda
Lots of soda
They can't drink that ****
They will try to burp and die in the process
Fun fact of the day
Styles May 2014
You pull me in,
To get pushed away,
Say things we can't take back
Rather push us further away.
Use words that nail it,
Apparently dig very deep,
You did this doesn't matter
Matter of fact,  this is your fault
Then over-react. Make up,
Then repeat the same old act.

Punching the drywall,
Caused our walls to collapse.
You keep breaking my heart
Just so we can relapse
Love is pain, my love,
I'm just stating the facts.
The scars the bottom of
Our souls, should tell you that.
Cause sometimes, we do the stepping
And sometimes, we are the ones that fall flat.
Shane Oltingir May 2014
They ******* up your teachers man.
They do not mean to but they do.
They dictate all the things we can
And all the drugs we cannot do.

But they were ****** up in their turn,
Encaged in essays, books, and notes,
And half the time were drunk or ******,
And half with pills thrown down their throats.

Teachers teach our misery to us,
Wreaking havoc on our mental health,
So study as much as you possibly can,
And for God's sake do not teach yourself.
Born Apr 2014
Am I true to myself or do I live for the expectations of others
I got lost in this world and forgot who I am.
But still held captive by my own conscious

A reign of tyranny has began.
I armour myself with their fear.
With love trying to illuminate my heart,

I seek console in ******, that way I maintain my sanity.

With my unending quest to escape the drudgery of my leadership,

My journey as a cynic  has just started.
Born Apr 2014
I hate this world, the more I am in it, the more I feel the need to look for a way out.

But that is no way to go for a man as great as I, I will wait and see what fate has in store for me.

When the world wakes up in the morning, the first thing they see is the beautiful sunrise.

They feel the warm rays on their face and breath in the fresh air.

When I wake up in the morning, I just feel the weight of my existence pressing me.

Pulling, pulling and pulling and I am afraid, for the time will come when there's nothing left to pull.

So tell me is that a way for a man as great as I to live?

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