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#pettiness
What fresh invention, Breaking with convention; To press down with anger, And drive firm with depression. Comfort in the arms, of a Thorny ex. Bathed in attention. A hopeless obsession- the silenced Tongue wags, In this quiet procession.
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Aug 2, 2023
Aug 2, 2023 at 4:48 PM UTC
Solvent
All that pettiness doesn't upset me, Honestly it amuses me more than anything, Words don't do nothing but give me humor, People always talk **** about you, It don't matter what you think of me, The only thing that matters is what I think of me. You're only talking **** about me, Because you're not happy with yourself, Life only gets better when we become better, Make better choices not the same ole ones, I don't react but I sit back and see the truth, Emotions are unavailable, Emotions are dangerous, Emotional attachments get the best of you. Stop allowing your emotions to control, Control your emotions not let them control you, Can't tell you how to feel, But the way you deal with everything ain't cool, Channel your emotions better, The way you deal with your pain is unhealthy, Being pain doesn't make you have to hurt others. We bring the pain onto ourselves with our choices, Not all the choices we make are the right ones, What we think is right isn't always right, The empathy of life is very important, You gotta see things from every way, Can't just see things our way, That would be unrealistic.
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Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
Channel your EMOTIONS.
A mosquito chomped me! It hurt, so I got mad at it. I shooed and swatted it away, over and over again, but it wouldn't leave! Minute after minute Swat after swat Mr. Mosquito went splat And a small wave of victory overcame my hurt. Small. The chomp was still there but the mosquito wasn't Did my revenge really make a difference?
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
Bugging Me
Pretty people are petty. Isolated individuals Are either Insane Intellectual or both. We're all marred up beyond recognition. Perfection isn't an option, Therefore neither is peace. We're all floating down A swirling stream Filled with insecurity and scrutiny Looking for something Anything More. We're coming up empty-handed left only with rays of the sun, Billowing trees in the teasing wind And hands that hold nothing but Loneliness and apathy. We're all insane.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Picturesque Pettiness