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Cyclone Dec 2019
The forecast!, is tops dropped, wide coverage, the media exposes ******* at a fast rate, rain go away, call me crazy but you motherfuckas only get shady when it was sunshine, so y'all complain when it only rains one time, in a year where you all fear being clear; now it's a new day!, I'm through with life sentence, and isn't it cool, I call it fame with a vengeance, assurance and endurance.. very durable.. is it a cure?, or was it all ego?, a beta male can tell me, you alpha's gotta look from inside out, beta's gotta look no further, cause you wild n out, the surprise is in, there's about to be a lot of bloodshed if these ******* don't **** the fasade, c'mon and ride with your boy, we about to go a hundred deep in this ******* and I ain't playing!, if you feel what I'm saying, tighten your chest, you claim you'll take a bullet but you won't come home for humble pie?!, and it's a shame cause it's sugarcoated, didn't even need to go in deep, we'll take our time to die. CAUSE LIFE IS GOOD.
Cindy Apr 2020
The sun reflects off the ocean and spreads a bright sparkle over the water. A dull orange sunset floods the sky above my head. Her eyes sparkle as she stands in the shallow water. The water gently covers her feet and kisses her ankles. Small water droplets slowly cover her white button-up shirt.

With a slight hesitation I walk forward toward her. Her deep, dark brown eyes draw me in, to see her dreams. Her lips remind me of cherry blossoms. Small, delicate butterflies surround us.

But it's high tide now. Our sandcastle that we built together crumbles to the ground as the sky slowly turns grey. It's going to rain soon. The yelling increases. The glass shatters. This fasade I created fades away. I drift back into reality. Alone, lonely. Only small water droplets can be heard tapping from the sink.

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