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The store hums with the same song it’s played for years. Walls coated in white, pretending to be clean, pretending to be new. Food priced higher than it should be, kids brushing past, leaving more than fingerprints behind, Chipping off the paint as they go. Food rotting, Most of it going to waste Everything made to trick Not to provide. A place that asks you to act normal— even though “normal” changes every aisle. Clothes already torn the first day out, perfume bottles never used, but treated like a necessity. Workers trained to wear a smile, paid in patience, handed dirt at the end of the month— and expected to return with the same expression, the same understanding eyes.
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Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 12:58 AM UTC
Don't forget your receipt!
She expresses your inner thoughts Subconsciously bringing them to the surface. Makes you think and question our very existence. But bring peace of mind. She’s more beautiful than the first flower of spring. More disturbing than hell itself. She has connected us through history without using a single word. I give it my all , my whole body and soul. My opinion and your opinion Isn’t wrong nor right. A mystery that has always there from caveman era To the modern day. Why would I want anything else when it is everything. She is all I am, all I want. A voice so powerful it tortures evil. And calms the people. She is art itself.
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Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 10:21 PM UTC
Art
He told her in a whisper that he Doesn't need her mind, Her mind had all the impenetrable corners, She knew. He knew. The twilight of her Unconscious, confused him. He got lost in the distorted vision She held in her mind, Maybe that's why she thought The colour blue had a syrupy Flavour, and nights tasted like Wine, did you know you could Write poems about x-rays? And pour coffee on ice trays? The gaping abyss of endless Possibilities was unduly terrifying, You have to understand. He chose to walk on the frozen Lake, tiptoeing, alert... as if he Held a grenade; Without having to delve deep And shudder into the bottomless Coldness, Getting messed! She felt her reality was a Manuscript; trial and error being a Constant process. She grew into her story, without Living in one. Secretly longing for the love that Sat in a bracket. She was like a guitar solo, Awakening, Maddening. And he was just in search of Something silent and bitter; Trying to find clarity in the Semblance of things, Because he had nothing better! She cooked some spaghetti for His brains, which he ate and Belched, as he was wired with her Electric curls; They waltzed into the most Commonplace of beliefs, As if there was no end to this world! As the dream broke and they Fell off the margins of the book, She found herself underneath The ice sheath of her frozen mind; He was still on his toes... She could only see the fleeting Glimpses of movement while Passion seeped from her poresW
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Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 5:39 AM UTC
I Don't Know What to Name this
Energy drink has everything I need Sugar, Taurine, & vitamine B I'd drink one whenever I felt sad And after that I'd feel happy instead I know that whenever I open a can There's a high chance I shorten my life span But I only deal with the monster so I can prosper Because only the devil's juice makes me stronger People might say 666 ***** you're an addict But this artificial rotten power source Is the only thing that brings me back at full force Without it I will do nothing but sleep Because I just can't beat this endless fatigue
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
Devil's Juice
I wish my heart didn’t get juiced from the sight of you It’s been too long since I have really seen you for that thought to be true It’s a memory, fair enough Memories can’t be trusted anymore than Donald Trump Though we never discussed him I know you’re disgusted The same way I was when I realized that you loved him Not Trump but someone I despise just as much Well that’s the past What’s passed is past but what hurts so bad is the fact that it’s happened **** near every day since Still I see your still photo and every muscle gets tense You’re a reflection on a mirror that contained all of my dreams I would have let you be queen You would probably be as happy as could be You probably are happy as can be But even if you aren’t there’s no way for any of us to see That side of the camera phone That shows you’re all alone Or how it took you seven tries to get an angle you can show To all of your friends Let’s not pretend that we will ever be friendly I thought you were my best but a test proved you we’re no friend to me Now I don’t believe in love And I never believed in destiny But if I ever fall in love then let destiny take the best of me As for the rest of me I know he dies when I meet her I’m still the same old piece of **** You left behind an evil creature That’s how I know I never had an angel at home So I let you go A little dirt on your feet is okay if you know that your life will go on
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Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
Backlights
songs for the plastic, not so fantastic. kardashian culture, girl is like a vulture. that beige colour food, difficult to swallow and chew. songs for the blind, men obsessed with a woman's behind. immune to love songs like an antibitoic, now can someone please change the topic.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
'18 culture summary.
I have been a  traveler of many trades and stripes I have been a  traveler who walks a journey only I know of **With my shoes worn ,torn and rejected I kept traveling** I have been a traveler of many tongues and recipes I have been a  traveler  who understands the  luxuries of  life With my shoes flawless ,polished and accepted I travel well I have been the traveler who sees and experienced all of this I have been the traveler who felt ,pelt and lied **I am the traveler that knew Torn shoes needed new soles and Polished shoes made the  hands of others ***** I am the traveler who stood idle and had nothing to do with actual travel!
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
Burgeis (walled city)
Nowadays the love songs don’t focus on love Only thing the songs are expressing is *** And taking the girl back to your house above All else and then have her leave if the next Logical point in the song Everyone jams out to these signing along Saying these are the next big thing to hit The radio making the guy be the strong, Macho type and the damsel throwing a fit Because of his attitude and complaining About how love should be and not this “Why can’t you be like an old song?” feigning Anger to play hard to get on him but it’s just a diss She’s laying on him This is the usual nowadays except for the rare Few who were raised on the classics actually Falling in love with her instead of a hit and Quick and a see ya around but is factually Never happening again, looking for the band That sung that sweet melody that touched the Soul Now this isn’t me saying I’m a classic Romeo No not at all babe, I’m just trying to say I’m looking to make her fall in love And find a happy ever after in this World that killed the love songs
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
Modern day love songs