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People have a very sensitive nature. The seemingly insensitive people are actually very hurt people.
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Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC
Insight #3
"On my god, whats that roar?" - its the love stuff babe, you are looking for ; **** your collar up and shout out the show - "Nooo, i doubt will it announce the *** "What's going on ? What's real or fake?" - Relax honey its the purple lane - "Oh! a ball of sugarcane or slime?" - chuck all ************ - ( LET'S HIT A LINE )
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Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 9:08 AM UTC
The purple lane
It was just like a war When unexpectedly it was flawed packing all the stuff, it was dream when OTP volwed 3116 and the KM started proceeding with the psycoactive sight I had him beside playing the tracks which went unintresting as warmth of travelling together was more cherishing 6:24 AM the driver dropped us Dehradhun! My,love huged his bread calm and refilling both retained and fed me with immensity of togetherness. <3
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Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 3:04 AM UTC
5th July,2019
I choose to be an ignorant freek to you why the **** my thumb types back on you Is it you who makes me feel less worth in street or Is it you that gives me lessons to fight back for esteem. What should i say to myself? what should i convey to the space inside the mind shelfs? And then there is me diving again into the mute voice scattering the pixels caught in dimension of the "subway" that connects the ultimate source of art, The Heart. And innocent heart keeps the shelfs filled with goodness of invisibile atoms you blow from far   which enter inside my brain and regards    by altering away all the siniater migrants apart leaving virtue symbols of faith, hope and hault. Alas, I stayback and breathe the air you blow which is still unseen to know the true node And so i read back the lines again entering into the shelf of the mind games switiching the lanes I go back again through the subway to ask the heart the remaning pain that the shelf is still empty with sublimations and haunts for only one collection and so it says You, or you? _answer would never get open_
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Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 10:47 AM UTC
You, or you?
And when i notice that yes my heart is beating, And its useless thinking of you because its only my foolish mind diverting my thoughts from reality and dream of you again. But yesterday it was magic When my tears dint stoped and thought for your name again and again, That my cellphone ranged and it was your name reflecting to take the call again. Its there vibrations and emotions Its there love is there.
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Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC
Its*there
And its only a one life We all are living it for the first time Same human cycle With emotions soo true we all got sad and happy, still the same! Hey people i love you all And i love myself And if its the humanage I see everyone, if you are a star or a common folk We all are living life for the first time And i believe we all rest in peace.   <3
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Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
One*life
Its been only 5 days, I remember how i use to fight, Fight for only one thing Love from parents, but more love from friends, And in search of depth, I forgot what i really missed I missed myself my boosting capabilities, I remember how i use to love myself... :') .
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Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
I*remember
Harmless but hardness!
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Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
Old*
Walk, the way you talk, Talk, the way you walk! Originality hurts, But its pure.
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Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC
Originality*pure
Entering into the old age Years passing like a boardgame One dice of 3 other dice of 6 Gliding gliding all we sight. Miracles are strange, No such happiness so easily to gain Jumbling and cumbling all our way I tried to be and stay. Still darkness never lead me aside Its our journey of life.
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 1:12 AM UTC
Hey darkness
The Universe, is it big? Or is our imagination of it is? Are we alone? Indebted to the loan of the unknown who created us and the other organisms who we disown, How far will we go? Where will our tempt to know more lead us? Will it take us to other places with other organisms whom we shall fight because we are nothing but selfish we care about the selfies and the money and the things which we own, How far will we go? I am more fascinated by other organisms because they are different then us, they don't fight over a spilled bowl, they don't have emotions like us all, but still, they survive, at least they try to and we do them the opposite, our own fall, How far will we go? I don't know when we will find life outside of our planet but if we do Mark my words, we shall not leave them alone because it is our nature to fight, for our own survival, no for our ego, Now, we will **** them all, How far will we go? ~A poem.
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
How far will we go?
I want to talk to you And you and you too... Filling the words in sentences i was fetching into... Peace! I had great conversation last night But it was not enough for rest of my life.
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
A note
From delivering self through and out Till filling the moment with joy i found Its the situation that brings forward the talk Not presenting the love from heart Its the mind which plays with heart Conditional emotion all I got !!!
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May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 3:00 AM UTC
Conditional * emotion
Have you ever wondered ? being creative ? have you ever tried to explain it? remember when you tried to explain certain things, making them understand what all you feel within; and thought them to be people like you which you were sourcing in your' inside ique ! Ever felt some breath lost, when every time you speak, the listener might not revert off--- your voice, what exactly you mean? reverting in a disrespect manner not "YOU" but, your creativity. Find your creativity, and this human be the only, the only person who shall see; the actual dimensions going fleek, from travelling through time to universe leaving human soul, the mirror soul.
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 2:36 AM UTC
The mirror soul
Not everyone suffers The way you did But everyone sufferd the way they lived ! Not everyone observe The way you did But everyone observed The way they saw ! Not everyone stayed The way you did But everyone stays The way they wished. The way they wished The way you see The way they observed The way you feel They way they left The way you suffer ... Its a game Its just the way you did Not me! ...
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May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
The way.
its all a game keep it to yourself not everyone know keep it to yourself not everyone understand keep it to yourself not everyone support keep it to yourself not everyone observe keep it to yourself not everyone listens keep it to yourself not everyone applause keep it to yourself its a game
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May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 5:02 AM UTC
Game
Even after doing great to them they tend to ignore you in the end making faces they will sit back quietly pretending as if its you who made them melancholy. Hey you all jealous *** keep swelling your faces and act i know your tricks for making me guilt but i don't care no more i know where to fit it.
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Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 6:20 AM UTC
Jealous ***
So you tryn feel depress, Making your mind discover Iam not in a good place People all over me Iam depressed, nobody is there.... Including youuuu..... . . (So listen up people Iam here about to tell ) the "YOU" thing people speak that you felt, has added you in story, to make you feel aware thats its you who iam talking about; Including youuuu..... . . (Here look up), This "YOU" makes it personal You becomming negative emotional Making you to make choice irrational Focus on point uncontrollable This is... Exactly how they live Making you feel guilt. . . . manipulators..... Let go Control on powers of words Assume them that Its just a curse.... . . . That will make you... "YOU" . . . . . Good life Good phase Good time Good race...
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
Manipulators
The trapped soul Don't you think we all are being trapped? . In... In a schedule A schedule which is not being made by our own self, But is a contribution of all, Alllllllll the human beings? Come out from it, Creative humans; Deep throat your imagination, Observe the elements your eyes are seeing which is eleminated by diversions. Fix and mix your mind, Bring the capturing out from focal of your eyes. Illness, nausea, emotions let it all goo, Know you soul. The trapped soul.
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC
The trapped soul
It’s amazing how much filth and waste human beings really produce which, over a lifetime, amount to higher pollution levels they induce. ___________________________
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
Simple Observation #307 - It's amazing how much......
What would death feel like? Strong and mighty... Like a fight? Neutral ignorant Maybe Or just fearful Not to be Would it maybe Rather be Happy and relaxed Or isn't it for us To see how long it lasts? Is there something like pre-death Just to put us to the test To see the reaction beneath To examine if we are ready It is possible That death is a new start Some do believe in it It's not too hard But tough Is to assume That nothing will follow Nor time nor space no room All in one swallowed And I think to myself If that's what death is like Do we even have to worry To die in a certain glory Or too young or too soon Because if nothing follows Then the you disappears In a moment with all fears And if you don't feel You are not alive So death might be less crucial Than we're used to assume Our attitudes, opinions will be gone Our feelings all disappear on their own And with them our very own soul Which might continue its adventure In a different creature.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
What would death feel like?
I wish a world of followers Following freely unlike the borrowers With a free soul and nothing to lend Hence, following no trend, Then no one will fight For a few choices of light As everyone and everything Has millions of light sources to cling If they open their eyes And close it at wrong time, Trends are just created by people alike To bring things away from life like, You won't find everything alike your mind Then why you choose a crap of such kind Don't follow the trend Don't make it the end Follow the light Which is bright in your mind.
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
Don't Follow The Trend
The way I oppose What everyone say, The day I realised That everyone pray, Not to the god But with a heart fraud To someone superior At first prior, Like everyone wanna gain Without any drain This is what a human is Catch a fish And win a wish, You Might have seen any falling star Not so far And did a wish, Can you say what it is? You will say no Thats what I know This is an example Of human mind sample, People define predefined myths But never try to catch undefined facts, The reason I fear Is that they will change never ever, Sorry if I went offtractk or off your mind Ignore those lines like a blind That will be so kind.
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
Truth I Realised
Wandering around Nowhere to go Nothing to hide Empty No one wants to help Think I'm gonna hurt them But, they are so wrong Just searching for acceptance And a place to sleep A warm place With a soft, comfy bed And maybe a pillow or two No one wants to help Think I'm gonna hurt them But, they are so wrong Just searching for acceptance And some food to eat Preferably some home-cooked But, I quote: "Beggars can't be choosers" No one wants to help Think I'm gonna hurt them But, they are so wrong Just searching for acceptance Maybe a bit of money No, I'm not gonna buy ***** And no, I don't smoke Just want to get to a long lost relative But They think I've got some hidden agenda To **** them daughter Or suddenly pull out a gun Maybe run away with stolen goods
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
Beggars
The likes of you I can't describe, Yet I love to eat between your thighs. The melody you spake to me Unfolds my greatest sovereignty. I crave to quaff all of your spit, And swallow every drop of it. Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh, Those bare and supple ****** ******* Your eyes that follow my firm gaze, While we kiss and lick and misbehave. I need to feel each piece of skin, Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again. It's such a treat to eat you whole; I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Nineteen