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In a lightless grave of my own creation, I lie cold and motionless, waiting to be freed. There is no sign of hope; everything is fading away.  What more can I do? I've done all I can to free my ****** soul from the inferno of hell, yet here I burn in my solitude, where only darkness keeps me company.    Maybe I shouldn't have given up your memory; then I might have known a little peace.  But you chose to move ahead and left me behind, a prey for the wolves.  You ripped my heart out and left me bleeding to die, and now I'm cold and motionless.  It was you who pushed me into the abyss and didn't even care to look at my blood-soaked body.  So why are you here now, haunting me even in my death? Why don't you just vanish like you did before and let me be one with the Oblivion?
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Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 9:05 AM UTC
asraryaqoob220
Oblivion
In a lightless grave of my own creation, I lie cold and motionless, waiting to be freed. There is no sign of hope; everything is fading away.  What more can I do? I've done all I can to free my ****** soul from the inferno of hell, yet here I burn in my solitude, where only darkness keeps me company.    Maybe I shouldn't have given up your memory; then I might have known a little peace.  But you chose to move ahead and left me behind, a prey for the wolves.  You ripped my heart out and left me bleeding to die, and now I'm cold and motionless.  It was you who pushed me into the abyss and didn't even care to look at my blood-soaked body.  So why are you here now, haunting me even in my death? Why don't you just vanish like you did before and let me be one with the Oblivion?
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Aye Go Gaga Hey Play boy bunny, (▒)(♥)(▒) Are you tired looking for real dating partner like me whelp...probably nada worth yar while spending precious time frittering away re: ding tha following mish mash literary mush - we ving, and bobbing, which iz meaningless mum bo pap agree? (▒)(♥)(▒) This poker face mwm 4 bad romance gamboling hall ideal to suit up for a fun virtual cat and mouse chase myopic eyes stare intently into cyberspace folk kiss sing song snap chat ting mine eyes fixated b4 ur image seconds erase with an exclamation of eureka a ha - u look familiar at least yar face mebbe we both lived during same time centuries ago, eh perhaps in adjoining caves some place and/or dashed off the starting line of tha human race. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - this yo dull ling josh hing glute max a mess aye n us tooting ring ding oof a max i mus drake haint named Bruce boot ah do like the taste of cous cous what the deuce as i goose whereby bull winkle the moose n Natasha the squirrel plus otter creatures tink i lack mental juice er purr haps goot a ***** loose right duh gray matter of dis knit wit, the "infamous" they noose sum hmm iz amiss from indigent guy lugged in papoose cob bulled with whirled wide web peppered with rotten green tomatoes - prompting n immediate VAMOOSE & find my rye ming ting ab solute zero in chime with zee cuckoo ready to call doktor demento ore Zeus. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - thus, this friendship introduction will mutual ideally nada blow based on ma unseen essence of body, mind & soul more so than dough i.e. money, which tends tubby superficial criteria viz assess worthiness to flow toward greater comprehension akin to garden requires one 2 **** din *** thus, this common non sloppy joe maw owl ease keeps tim self i.e. ya know a contemplative sort & writes ha low crossing fingers immediate aversion arises, yet an emphatic "no" toward me would be taken in stride per this poe it, whose ability finds comfort within simple pleasures of life while invisible one that doth row this creaky human vessel occasionally calls out for big tow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - mebbe as a d liver e purse son 2 supplement social security income (this disability 4 generalized anxiety) within me gray matter doth lay. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - although (mentioned for noah particular rhyme nor reason) of heterosexual tendencies, my inner sanctum affected by unkind actions towards those, who (by choice, genetics, fondness, or environment) steer clear of the madding crowdsource who (as a rather skinny diminutive boy - and average emasculating asia meister wordsmith) experienced constant taunts. no matter that me very late mother (who passed away from ovarian cancer some decade plus two years ago) encouraged me to give the bullies a WHAT FOR (in that era kids could pummel without reprisal), but fear kept me back, viz the brutish nasty monsters zeroed on countless vulnerabilities such as being affected with blatant nasal tone when talking, extremely shy, and undersized physique honed - fallacy sensitivity to others differently abe bulled or others, who hapt to be fair game sans being gay or lesbian for instance. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - can be accurately ascertained, this archetypal nonestablishmentarian introspective individual attempts to affect exultant image with words my (ahem) pen ultimate aim. yet all the while trying to steer clear enduring wagging virtual finger in blame neither at this fellow via x 'cept able dame chance circumstances of existence akin to being frozen in some space/time paradigms frame attempting extricating ourselves a lifelong game which message offered in poem rather lame. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - email moi, which means applying cerebral muscles 2 flex fire off a brief bull a tin or mebbe u wanna drop me a lion by zoo per doo purr postal service, si from you. Okay. (▒)(♥)(▒) - pose crypt: death tomb he iz a permanent good bye though, when me mum passed i only did cry for about one week - cuz resentment did not die within me, yet toward me octogenarian widower dad who during tumultuous prepubescence a fie re: cold war raged, which deprived "dad" tune oh his guy now grown (with two adult daughters) says "hi" allows emotional connection, cuz - lesson learned late - need to communicate sentiments today, lest they lie dormant, and return with a vengeance after grim reaper doth exuberantly and well nigh whisk a family member, friend, neighbor...away on the sly thus - even if the wording nada so perfect, the effort to express heartfelt feelings well worth a try thus, every mortal shares this bitter irony of life forever asking being born only to pass away (vis a vis via whatever faith) why...?
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Untitled
Aye Go Gaga Hey Play boy bunny, (▒)(♥)(▒) Are you tired looking for real dating partner like me whelp...probably nada worth yar while spending precious time frittering away re: ding tha following mish mash literary mush - we ving, and bobbing, which iz meaningless mum bo pap agree? (▒)(♥)(▒) This poker face mwm 4 bad romance gamboling hall ideal to suit up for a fun virtual cat and mouse chase myopic eyes stare intently into cyberspace folk kiss sing song snap chat ting mine eyes fixated b4 ur image seconds erase with an exclamation of eureka a ha - u look familiar at least yar face mebbe we both lived during same time centuries ago, eh perhaps in adjoining caves some place and/or dashed off the starting line of tha human race. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - this yo dull ling josh hing glute max a mess aye n us tooting ring ding oof a max i mus drake haint named Bruce boot ah do like the taste of cous cous what the deuce as i goose whereby bull winkle the moose n Natasha the squirrel plus otter creatures tink i lack mental juice er purr haps goot a ***** loose right duh gray matter of dis knit wit, the "infamous" they noose sum hmm iz amiss from indigent guy lugged in papoose cob bulled with whirled wide web peppered with rotten green tomatoes - prompting n immediate VAMOOSE & find my rye ming ting ab solute zero in chime with zee cuckoo ready to call doktor demento ore Zeus. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - thus, this friendship introduction will mutual ideally nada blow based on ma unseen essence of body, mind & soul more so than dough i.e. money, which tends tubby superficial criteria viz assess worthiness to flow toward greater comprehension akin to garden requires one 2 **** din *** thus, this common non sloppy joe maw owl ease keeps tim self i.e. ya know a contemplative sort & writes ha low crossing fingers immediate aversion arises, yet an emphatic "no" toward me would be taken in stride per this poe it, whose ability finds comfort within simple pleasures of life while invisible one that doth row this creaky human vessel occasionally calls out for big tow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - mebbe as a d liver e purse son 2 supplement social security income (this disability 4 generalized anxiety) within me gray matter doth lay. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - although (mentioned for noah particular rhyme nor reason) of heterosexual tendencies, my inner sanctum affected by unkind actions towards those, who (by choice, genetics, fondness, or environment) steer clear of the madding crowdsource who (as a rather skinny diminutive boy - and average emasculating asia meister wordsmith) experienced constant taunts. no matter that me very late mother (who passed away from ovarian cancer some decade plus two years ago) encouraged me to give the bullies a WHAT FOR (in that era kids could pummel without reprisal), but fear kept me back, viz the brutish nasty monsters zeroed on countless vulnerabilities such as being affected with blatant nasal tone when talking, extremely shy, and undersized physique honed - fallacy sensitivity to others differently abe bulled or others, who hapt to be fair game sans being gay or lesbian for instance. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - can be accurately ascertained, this archetypal nonestablishmentarian introspective individual attempts to affect exultant image with words my (ahem) pen ultimate aim. yet all the while trying to steer clear enduring wagging virtual finger in blame neither at this fellow via x 'cept able dame chance circumstances of existence akin to being frozen in some space/time paradigms frame attempting extricating ourselves a lifelong game which message offered in poem rather lame. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - email moi, which means applying cerebral muscles 2 flex fire off a brief bull a tin or mebbe u wanna drop me a lion by zoo per doo purr postal service, si from you. Okay. (▒)(♥)(▒) - pose crypt: death tomb he iz a permanent good bye though, when me mum passed i only did cry for about one week - cuz resentment did not die within me, yet toward me octogenarian widower dad who during tumultuous prepubescence a fie re: cold war raged, which deprived "dad" tune oh his guy now grown (with two adult daughters) says "hi" allows emotional connection, cuz - lesson learned late - need to communicate sentiments today, lest they lie dormant, and return with a vengeance after grim reaper doth exuberantly and well nigh whisk a family member, friend, neighbor...away on the sly thus - even if the wording nada so perfect, the effort to express heartfelt feelings well worth a try thus, every mortal shares this bitter irony of life forever asking being born only to pass away (vis a vis via whatever faith) why...?
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