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Auss Dec 2013
I gave you my soul
Wasn't that a costly toll?
You trace my scars
or are you drawing prison bars?

I tell you what i hate
Your friends i try to tolerate
I dont like this new nitch
Your not usually a *****

I love you
But it can be hard
You blame yourself for my crash
But then turn to conform with those I Bash

What does it take?
Just drive in the stake
Since Im such a life sucker
Atleast i could get away with my ******

Since im soulless
Since I hold you back
Since Im just a punk
Since I died to you

Rip my guts out and hang them like streamers
Run my skin in a grinder and have your confetti
Spike my blood with all your *****
Fry my fingers in the greaser

Throw my brain and heart in the trash
Burn my eyes and ears and lips and tongue
Use my bones to build a bed
Boil my nerves so i wont feel pain

But leave my feet
They are what i didnt use
I should walk, no run, away
But i already cut them off so it would be easier to end me

The perfect ******
My own death
Ill naught be caught
Ill finally get what i deserve

The ultimate gift of life?
Can i just skip it to hell?
I wish i had died that day
Why couldnt I have gone faster?

Let the white turn red
With what i have bled
Here is your christmas cheer
Feed my ashes to your ******* reindeer

Happy Holidays
Merry Christmas
Let me do this perfect ******
Then you can say your happy and merry a little cheerier
Depression is quiet
anyone can fall victim to it
and much like a mask,
people hide it with a smile
and an "I'm Fine."

Nobody can detect it but yourself
because disguising it is easy.
The cheerier you are
the less they'll suspect
but you can't hide it forever

Everybody reaches a breaking point.
But that's okay!
Don't be ashamed.
There are people that will understand.

You are precious
You are Loved
You are NOT alone
Fawaz Dec 2018
L- let's round the table and rethink about Nigeria, when are we going to gain our freedoms totally? after the lawbreakers calling themselves law makers becomes a loser when the children of hunger show their agendas using foreteller as a barrier without a lawyer.

A- although our mouth is not as sharp as razor but we meant to be a commentator for you and your predecessors, about your administrator you being a procrastinator doesn't make us an accelerator for us to be an conquistadors.

U- under the administration of the oppressors they pressed our pressure so as to dismeasure  our treasure because they know we have no pleasures that's why they keep ignoring our eyesores .

T- to all we ,the children of masses may God shower his endless mercy  cos we know he is more merciful than wizzy and messi .

E- everyone is born to be great ,so stop competing with the mates you are not going for any race ,either in the way  or in the phase, unless you want to be an unfocused chase.

C- call yourself a name and let's see if it will  remain the same, whether you need to find a lane in the rain to  remained the main,for you are born to reign and same time  in the vain try to maintain the pain ,quit explaining the grains of the pains for your success is certain.

H- hello the oppressor how far about the pleasure? hope it will be last to be measure I think you don't forget your post can never be carry over and your life is reading like calorimeter , this life is like a chapter, nothing after your dismissal you being a miser or a cheerier ,you will soon be a divorcer.
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Im walking down the street
But im not just walking down the street
Im thinking nonstop of everything i see
And not just everything i see

The moon, and how its cheerier than it was the last time
I see the distance from where i stand and the place i want to be
And i think, breathe,
Nothing is so exciting you must be there at once

And so i walk
And my mind does not know how to walk in silence
So i walk thinking
I acknowledge this feeling of restlessness

My mind is so filled up it could burst
And honestly i wish it would
I dont mind thoughts dripping down my temple in its aftermath
I dont mind

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