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#swears
Keep your ******* eyes to yourself You do not get to dictate to whom i give my time Nor are you allowed to infer who i am involved with And no i don't ******* care which person you think i should be with Last time i checked i was standing here in my own shoes and you in your own So for once ignore that old saying and do not try to walk in my shoes If the outcome is going to be your ******* research paper on how i feel about other people Do not confuse my friendship with someone of anything more than purely platonic No matter how many small hand touches or lingering signs of affection you think mean anything My love life is not your ******* criminal investigation do not treat it as such Keep your ******* eyes to yourself
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
your ignorance aggravates me
Gained strength Wisdom fled before love's fire Embraced they lay Till break of the day Cursed the sun for rising in the sky. If people hear, will not agree They will oppose in vain   What these lovers have They never will... He despise of what they think Under the sky by almighty God He swears to keep the faith with her Ready to fight and die And fight the Death If need be To burn in the fire of love to thee
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Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
Lovers
I wanna raise my voice Hear my words carried off on stale air As I gaze all around I feel the judging stares **SHUT! THE! **** UP!** Why can't I just be me? **SHUT! THE! **** UP!** Why is this so hard? I wanna run, I wanna hide Can't release what I feel inside It tears me apart, so slowly I wanna go, can't stay anymore Curl into a ball and.... Death marches the streets, A parade of defeat Showing off these victims They all look like me... ****** You drown me in my hatred Sanity, taken from me, confiscated Removed without consent And it gets better yet **GET THE **** OUT OF MY MIND** I don't need you, I'd rather be alone Leave me to my sorrow, my misery END! ME! I scream in complete silence Subdued by my mind, red with violence Fingers twitch and bones rattle Fighting me, is my hardest battle And I've not won yet
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Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
Triggered
You were “busy last night”, weren’t you? While I was bleeding Shaking Bruising Aching. You were busy, yes? Busy with what? Drinking Smoking Crashing Choking? And while you were “busy” I was falling Crying Crawling Dying. But you need your freedom, yes? You with your yelling Dancing Stomping Glancing... Who was that you saw? You said you were sick last night, yes? Or were you just- Cheating ******* Biting ******* So while you take your final drink Just know I'm not as Dumb as You would Think.
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:09 AM UTC
He Was Busy
I'll be honest with you, Friend. I kind of want to ******* die. Close my eyes and disappear. No more problems to worry about. No more anything. Ever. Remember, Closed eyes don't sigh. So, even though I care about you, And I don't want you to feel hurt, I can't stay here anymore. You see, Closed eyes don't sigh. So with slightly parted lips, And a smile to make you wonder why, I'll leave you with these words, I love you and good bye.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
Closed Eyes Don't Sigh
11/11/15 I'm so ******* ****** I want to smash his face with my fist. Have a nice ******* day. Or don't, I don't care anyway. What's wrong? Don't we get along? No, you ******* idiot. We do not.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
R. B.
Hallucinating Bureaucracies and auditory Hallucinations : When the voice in your head speaks when you don't want it to, to head's of State not present. I could snuggle in bed if I wanted to, but I've got to orchestrate and reorganize the Clinton dowry. It started outright with trying on a purple, yellow, and blue button down shirt that had Scabies in the sleeve- and now you're all going to know why Mr. and Mrs. Obama don't want to talk to me about potentially increasing livestock traffic across the Americas. I think could practice will follow from such a manure, I mean maneuver. I pick up 10 or so bottles of plastic single-serve water for consumption in my apartheid room. It's awful in here. The gold disappears from the mines, and even the hands I used to work with are blurring up in the twister, and as much as you call or don't call I have no business managing your intentions- only mine. Some barrge of women over thirty. But still there isn't a problem. The river is beginning to flood, and the fishery's stockpile is running low. Maybe we ought to empty out an African mass grave and fill it with blacklists of co-conspirators and then make a drake or a flume out of the narrow walkways between the cities. Then maybe we'll have water to last us through the dry season.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Where in the world is Sam in Hammond, Can Diego? Forklifting pillars, bribing monkeys, playing with his Mickey Mouse and Michelob, catching the taller, eighteen and up crowd catch the last car riding the rapid drop from Space Mountain through, "It's a Small World After All:" It's a world of laughter a world of tears, it's a world of hopes and a world of fears. There's so much that we share, that it's time we're aware- it's a small world after all." And then he takes the biggest gulp of water into his mouth that I've ever seen the man take, and he puts it in a small cooler that's strapped to the back of his calf, and he swears to me that the aeroplanes are going to come loop around, and when they do their glorious water-landing, he and I, or rather, the both of us, will be saved. Saved, hm? I don't even bother sharing insights or my insides. I quickly flash him the most-pod horrific a tryst that irons down a photo of Egon and I back in the Old City, what was it, Chicago, or something that very much sounded like Chicago. Could be totally awesome and I'll chime in that now is the time when we do our work best. That's all. Intrepid,
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
We Spare The Mouse, And No One Must Know
Hallucinating Bureaucracies and auditory Hallucinations : When the voice in your head speaks when you don't want it to, to head's of State not present. I could snuggle in bed if I wanted to, but I've got to orchestrate and reorganize the Clinton dowry. It started outright with trying on a purple, yellow, and blue button down shirt that had Scabies in the sleeve- and now you're all going to know why Mr. and Mrs. Obama don't want to talk to me about potentially increasing livestock traffic across the Americas. I think could practice will follow from such a manure, I mean maneuver. I pick up 10 or so bottles of plastic single-serve water for consumption in my apartheid room. It's awful in here. The gold disappears from the mines, and even the hands I used to work with are blurring up in the twister, and as much as you call or don't call I have no business managing your intentions- only mine. Some barrge of women over thirty. But still there isn't a problem. The river is beginning to flood, and the fishery's stockpile is running low. Maybe we ought to empty out an African mass grave and fill it with blacklists of co-conspirators and then make a drake or a flume out of the narrow walkways between the cities. Then maybe we'll have water to last us through the dry season.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Where in the world is Sam in Hammond, Can Diego? Forklifting pillars, bribing monkeys, playing with his Mickey Mouse and Michelob, catching the taller, eighteen and up crowd catch the last car riding the rapid drop from Space Mountain through, "It's a Small World After All:" It's a world of laughter a world of tears, it's a world of hopes and a world of fears. There's so much that we share, that it's time we're aware- it's a small world after all." And then he takes the biggest gulp of water into his mouth that I've ever seen the man take, and he puts it in a small cooler that's strapped to the back of his calf, and he swears to me that the aeroplanes are going to come loop around, and when they do their glorious water-landing, he and I, or rather, the both of us, will be saved. Saved, hm? I don't even bother sharing insights or my insides. I quickly flash him the most-pod horrific a tryst that irons down a photo of Egon and I back in the Old City, what was it, Chicago, or something that very much sounded like Chicago. Could be totally awesome and I'll chime in that now is the time when we do our work best. That's all. Intrepid,
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