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There is a reason why femme wasn't wrapped up with physical superiority, it is the same reason why curves don't cut you like edges.

The superiority of the curves is the cycle. The cycle which makes the universe go round since the beginning.  
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He begs me to let him abuse himself
Until he realizes it ain’t fix itself

Bless.

He ain’t getting there yet
He ain’t letting me bet on a life together
He ain’t getting us set

Class!

Play your A-game on a lame day
Even if you feel taken for granted
You deserve your best self my darling
Even if he doesn’t.

That tight grab you feel in your heart when he turns into
a no man
He swears on his ***** to snooze you as well

Grab that grabs your heart
Let it be your saver
Give it a tight handshake
Pretend you are making it
Present your best face outfit
Play it baby play hard
Until your heart grows out of it.

Fresh

Here we go again.

A day a while ago
I sat down by a tree
I asked him 
if he ever gets bored
I really wanted to know
has he ever wondered
how it feels to run

He looked at me
not in my eyes
for a long time
long enough at one point
I knew at once

There was no room
for questioning
wondering was
a waste of time
when you are so fully
being yourself.

Inside the nation exposed to painfluencers,
having original anything is
aristocratic.

Mind is
homeless
when has
no
purpose.

hands,
                     warmer than cheeks
hair,
            not told what to do
skin,
            brushed by the wind
mind,
                     unaware of itself.

Life
is
the
art
of
fighting
u n f a i r
battles.

Love yourself like you are not watching.

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He spared a thought in his own voice's sleep
Wise, he won the fight.

She dared to care in her own reason's defeat
Wide, she lit the night
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We all die to keep god alive.

Seems to me the chimes of freedom are flashing

Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight