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Bra-Tee Jan 2015
Listen to me body! I am your master.
Listen to me hands! I command you!

My eyes I demand that you dry. Stop showing this world how fragile we are.

Legs stop shaking and causing earth to reach for me.

Hands stop sweating. Your letting strength slip through our fingers.

Emotions we do not need you here. This house is to small for your boolshit!

Body I'm the master and you the slave
Don't forget that.

Stop exposing my weakness!

You cowardice flesh stop shivering its only pain! Hold still!

Tongue, shut the **** up! you hold your self still and keep my secrets.

In fact body stop being so Human or I will fvckin **** you!!! Haaaaaaaaa!
I think I'm too much obsessed with perfection .
XIII May 2017
Love is like taking in
an injured bird
with broken wings.
You nurse it
back to health
so that one day it can fly again.
Finally it did
leaving you wishing
that it'll someday return your feelings.
But there it is flying
like a fvckin'
b*tch.
Heartbroken,
but then
another chirped
and you give in.
NJ Brown Jun 2018
Never good...
They're all heavy dreamers, spewing out promises like its a fvckin rap verse
and when it's time to pull through, excuses are their favourite hooks..
Struggling artists never wake up, they stay stuck and damage you with a glue gun in the process,
hard part is you always think that you're in love and you always go back, it's like abuse.
This all about my relationship experience with " artists" nothing more, nothing less

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