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Mahal na kilala kita sa simpleng haha Minisage kita kahit di kita kilala Sabi ko sayo hi ganda Di ko inakalang mag rereply ka Sabi mo salamat huh. Sa simpleng batian tayo nag simula Humaba ng humaba mga salita Hanggang sa nakita ko Ay hala mag kabirthday tayong dalawa Mapag biro ang tadhana Mas lalo akong naligaw sa bitag nya Pero sa pag kaligaw ko nahanap kita Sabay tayong na ligaw sa tamis ng tadhana Tapos sabi mo mahal may sekreto ka Mapag biro nga ang tadhana Kasi kng gaanu katamis ang pag mamahal mo Ganun din kasaklap ang katotohanang d pueding maging tayo Di pueding maging tayo kasi may nakatali na sayo Pero kinain ko ang lahat ng pait na to At oo kasalanan ko Ang dating maliit na biro ng tadhana Naging libingan ko Pero ayaw kong bumangon mula dito Pinilit ko,pinilit mo at naging tayo Kahit mapait pinilit natin na patamisin ito At naging okay tayo Ang saya nga ng birthday natin pareho Sinupresa mo ako At sa unang pag kakataon Napag tanto ko na mahal mo nga ako May pa cake kpa mahal at palobo Tumulo ang luha ko Kasi di ko inakala sa magiging masaya ako Magiging masaya ang kaarawan ko Kaya salamat sayo mahal ko Pero habang tumatagal mahal Mawawala na tayo Halos di ko na maaninag ang iyong anino Nalungkot ako Pero bumalik ka mahal At sinabi mo pabalik na siya Ang nakatali sayo Gumuho ang mundo ko Ang dating hukay ngayon ang naging bangin Wala ng takas sa sakit Ang sabi mo aayusin mo mahal Tataposin na ang dapat taposin Pero paanu kng sa istoryang to Ako ang pangalawa Ako ang kirido Ako ang maninira ng pamilya At siya,sya ang una at ang pinakasalan mo sa harap ng dambana. Mahal anu ang laban ko Nasasaktan ako At oo di ko pueding isisi sayo to Kasi ginusto ko din naman. Namalibing sa bangin na ito Pinaglaruan tayo ng tadhana Yung akala kong magiging masaya Nasa binggit na ng kataposan nya Ayaw ko man sana ipilit Pero sa bawat hagupit ng sakit Pangalan mo aking sinasambit Mahal naririnig mo pa ba ako Pag dumating siya panu na tayo Maaalala mo pa kaya ang mga pangako mo Na magiging masaya tayo Kasi kung ganun kakainin ko na din ang pait na ito Ou ako na bahala sa lahat ng pait Basta mahal mangako ka Di tayo aabot sa dulo Pero paanu sakanya ka kasado Ako,pangalawa lang ako Nadudurog na ako Gusto ko na sana taposin ito Pero paanu kng mahal kita Minamahal kita ng todo Ngayon gusto mo palain ako... Pero paanu kng sa bawat paalam mo Sinasambit **** mahal mo ako Mahal mo nga ba talaga ako O mahal mo lng ako kasi binubou ko ang kulang niya sayo Please kng aalis ka umalis ka lng Kasi di applicable sa atin ang kng mag mahal ka ng dalawa piliin mo ang pangalawa kasi sa una pa lng nakatali kana.
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
Pangalawa
Mahal na kilala kita sa simpleng haha Minisage kita kahit di kita kilala Sabi ko sayo hi ganda Di ko inakalang mag rereply ka Sabi mo salamat huh. Sa simpleng batian tayo nag simula Humaba ng humaba mga salita Hanggang sa nakita ko Ay hala mag kabirthday tayong dalawa Mapag biro ang tadhana Mas lalo akong naligaw sa bitag nya Pero sa pag kaligaw ko nahanap kita Sabay tayong na ligaw sa tamis ng tadhana Tapos sabi mo mahal may sekreto ka Mapag biro nga ang tadhana Kasi kng gaanu katamis ang pag mamahal mo Ganun din kasaklap ang katotohanang d pueding maging tayo Di pueding maging tayo kasi may nakatali na sayo Pero kinain ko ang lahat ng pait na to At oo kasalanan ko Ang dating maliit na biro ng tadhana Naging libingan ko Pero ayaw kong bumangon mula dito Pinilit ko,pinilit mo at naging tayo Kahit mapait pinilit natin na patamisin ito At naging okay tayo Ang saya nga ng birthday natin pareho Sinupresa mo ako At sa unang pag kakataon Napag tanto ko na mahal mo nga ako May pa cake kpa mahal at palobo Tumulo ang luha ko Kasi di ko inakala sa magiging masaya ako Magiging masaya ang kaarawan ko Kaya salamat sayo mahal ko Pero habang tumatagal mahal Mawawala na tayo Halos di ko na maaninag ang iyong anino Nalungkot ako Pero bumalik ka mahal At sinabi mo pabalik na siya Ang nakatali sayo Gumuho ang mundo ko Ang dating hukay ngayon ang naging bangin Wala ng takas sa sakit Ang sabi mo aayusin mo mahal Tataposin na ang dapat taposin Pero paanu kng sa istoryang to Ako ang pangalawa Ako ang kirido Ako ang maninira ng pamilya At siya,sya ang una at ang pinakasalan mo sa harap ng dambana. Mahal anu ang laban ko Nasasaktan ako At oo di ko pueding isisi sayo to Kasi ginusto ko din naman. Namalibing sa bangin na ito Pinaglaruan tayo ng tadhana Yung akala kong magiging masaya Nasa binggit na ng kataposan nya Ayaw ko man sana ipilit Pero sa bawat hagupit ng sakit Pangalan mo aking sinasambit Mahal naririnig mo pa ba ako Pag dumating siya panu na tayo Maaalala mo pa kaya ang mga pangako mo Na magiging masaya tayo Kasi kung ganun kakainin ko na din ang pait na ito Ou ako na bahala sa lahat ng pait Basta mahal mangako ka Di tayo aabot sa dulo Pero paanu sakanya ka kasado Ako,pangalawa lang ako Nadudurog na ako Gusto ko na sana taposin ito Pero paanu kng mahal kita Minamahal kita ng todo Ngayon gusto mo palain ako... Pero paanu kng sa bawat paalam mo Sinasambit **** mahal mo ako Mahal mo nga ba talaga ako O mahal mo lng ako kasi binubou ko ang kulang niya sayo Please kng aalis ka umalis ka lng Kasi di applicable sa atin ang kng mag mahal ka ng dalawa piliin mo ang pangalawa kasi sa una pa lng nakatali kana.
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god, just fill me fill me with your love fill me with yourself fill me with anything thats not what i feel now i know im selfish im hoping you’re sad hoping you’re distraught even i hope you’ve cried i hope you’ve mourned the things we never did luna no. no. newcastle edinburgh god what’s the point i hope you’re as sad as i am worse ? i hope i hope i wish i wish i wish tuesday never happened the part where everything stopped the part where the red string was cut oh god, and writing this writing this, i remember “soulmate”, you said “soulmate”, after such a short time well if i am your soulmate, as you lied said things will be okay we’ll get back back from the nothing the red string was never cut it has a knot, it got tangled like the movie you never saw that red string that ties us together red as your hair that red string if you were right you probably weren’t it is tangled, never broken, never cut, always there haha writing this writing this has given me some sense of ****** up optimism three poems in one day, god, how pathetic all because of some **** you said in the early hours of the morning, delirious delirious on us, just as i was “soulmate”, you said soulmate I’ll hold on to that.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
soulmate
Anxiety is not stress. Anxiety is not some umbrella term you can use to describe how you feel when your favorite character in a book is in an intense battle unless you can somehow feel how fast their heart is beating until you can feel how hot their blood is until you can feel what it’s like to be that character in that situation the weight of the world on your shoulders Anxiety is not finding lighting candles to be the only solution, candles are another problem. Another long paragraph to your list of “Things That Can Easily **** Me” example: “I didn’t leave any matches out, did I? I blew out the candle right? I need to check. Do I smell burning?? PUT THE CAP WHEN IT’S DONE! Will set off my fire alarm? Does my fire alarm work? Where’s my fire alarm??? Where’s somewhere I can put it so it doesn’t hurt me. THIS IS OK THIS IS NORMAL THIS IS RELAXATION.” Anxiety is not stress. Anxiety is horrible flashing images, constant reminders, the most negative form of “what if” imaginable. Anxiety is wasting all your time thinking about an 8 page paper due for class in a week but instead of bringing yourself to writing it you are sobbing on the floor thinking of how bad for your grade this will be. Anxiety is having a crush on a girl and trying out makeup for the first time. Anxiety is having a crush on a guy and wondering if your sense of humor is funny enough. Anxiety is not stress. Anxiety is downloading an app that checks on your health and leaves you wondering how long this has been going on for. Anxiety is wondering how to fix your eating disorder instead of actually fixing it Anxiety is outing yourself to fit in Anxiety is always wearing pants because you’re too afraid of your own scars Anxiety is staying up countless nights crying crying crying you cannot yell your thoughts are no longer your own Anxiety is writing a list of pros and cons to killing yourself Anxiety is lighting a candle so you can slowly burn the list because Anxiety is telling you if someone finds out, you will die. Anxiety is not stress. Anxiety is having making a friend and losing them in less than a year Anxiety is wondering if all this help is helping or do I need to help myself Anxiety is your friends questioning you non-stop are they really questioning you or do you question yourself? Anxiety is memorizing the suicide prevention hotline Anxiety is beating yourself up countless times “How could you forget something as simple as a Birthday?!” Anxiety is “I only have three friends and one hates me, one I’m trying not to lose, and the other I love too much to tell the truth” Anxiety is “It’s only a matter of time before we all die!” Anxiety is “Congratulations! Two of your friends have died this year alone! One ******* hates you! Oh! HAHA! Wait! They all ******* hate you!” Anxiety can turn you from “Wow. I look kinda good today.” to ”DYSPHORIA! DYSPHORIA! DYSPHORIA!” JUST ******* KIDDING! ANXIETY IS STRESS! AND MUCH MUCH MORE!!!!!!!!
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC
Anxiety is not Stress
Anxiety is not stress. Anxiety is not some umbrella term you can use to describe how you feel when your favorite character in a book is in an intense battle unless you can somehow feel how fast their heart is beating until you can feel how hot their blood is until you can feel what it’s like to be that character in that situation the weight of the world on your shoulders Anxiety is not finding lighting candles to be the only solution, candles are another problem. Another long paragraph to your list of “Things That Can Easily **** Me” example: “I didn’t leave any matches out, did I? I blew out the candle right? I need to check. Do I smell burning?? PUT THE CAP WHEN IT’S DONE! Will set off my fire alarm? Does my fire alarm work? Where’s my fire alarm??? Where’s somewhere I can put it so it doesn’t hurt me. THIS IS OK THIS IS NORMAL THIS IS RELAXATION.” Anxiety is not stress. Anxiety is horrible flashing images, constant reminders, the most negative form of “what if” imaginable. Anxiety is wasting all your time thinking about an 8 page paper due for class in a week but instead of bringing yourself to writing it you are sobbing on the floor thinking of how bad for your grade this will be. Anxiety is having a crush on a girl and trying out makeup for the first time. Anxiety is having a crush on a guy and wondering if your sense of humor is funny enough. Anxiety is not stress. Anxiety is downloading an app that checks on your health and leaves you wondering how long this has been going on for. Anxiety is wondering how to fix your eating disorder instead of actually fixing it Anxiety is outing yourself to fit in Anxiety is always wearing pants because you’re too afraid of your own scars Anxiety is staying up countless nights crying crying crying you cannot yell your thoughts are no longer your own Anxiety is writing a list of pros and cons to killing yourself Anxiety is lighting a candle so you can slowly burn the list because Anxiety is telling you if someone finds out, you will die. Anxiety is not stress. Anxiety is having making a friend and losing them in less than a year Anxiety is wondering if all this help is helping or do I need to help myself Anxiety is your friends questioning you non-stop are they really questioning you or do you question yourself? Anxiety is memorizing the suicide prevention hotline Anxiety is beating yourself up countless times “How could you forget something as simple as a Birthday?!” Anxiety is “I only have three friends and one hates me, one I’m trying not to lose, and the other I love too much to tell the truth” Anxiety is “It’s only a matter of time before we all die!” Anxiety is “Congratulations! Two of your friends have died this year alone! One ******* hates you! Oh! HAHA! Wait! They all ******* hate you!” Anxiety can turn you from “Wow. I look kinda good today.” to ”DYSPHORIA! DYSPHORIA! DYSPHORIA!” JUST ******* KIDDING! ANXIETY IS STRESS! AND MUCH MUCH MORE!!!!!!!!
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You looked much prettier with long hair. Don’t - give me that, show me a smile it’s better to be natural oh! look your arms are so hairy, hairier than mine. Not rowdy or older than myself but definitely confident and intelligent and maybe even ‘quirky’ as long as she’s thin and kind. Because I don’t like fat girls how to find your dream woma where to find dream woman online free I think I’m still in love with Grace but she ignores and blanks and shuns me even after I shared so much yet she doesn’t even seem to care hey I’m verrru drunk I see u the little green dot next to your name haha night then iguess I think I just hate women and that stupid insipid conceited ***** couldn’t tell a good guy if he cuffed her clean across the cheekbone and spat in both her eyes
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
You looked much prettier with long hair
Natandaan ko ang mga tawa **** ‘di natatapos, At ang mga pang-aasar **** ‘di maubos. Naiinis ako pero, “haha. Tawa na lang.” Hindi ko naman inaasahang May muling bubulaklak ulit sa aking puso. Noong hinahawakan mo pa ako, Lagot na naman ang aking damdamin. Ikaw na ang laging nasa isipin. Pero... May minamahal na rin ako. Bakit ngayon may lungko’t galit ka? Sila ba ang rason at sa susunod ay ako. Sorry kung ako ang naging dahilan. Hindi ko sinasadya, iiyak-iyak ka na. Aaminin kong hindi ako sanay ‘Di ko rin man lang matanong kung, “Huy. Okay ka lang ba?” Halata naman sa mga mata mo Na hindi mo na talaga kaya. Ewan ko ba, ngiti mo lang ang hinahanap ko. ‘Di ko rin alam na iyon ang kailangan ko. Kaibigan lang naman pero bakit iba? Gusto kita patawanin ng patawanin... Para tumigil ang pagwawasak ng iyong damdamin. Kaibigan kong malakas at matapang, Alam kong lalaki ka pero hindi mo tinago, Ang mga damdamin **** ‘di naglalaho. Alam ko na baka isumbong mo ako, Sa aking lalaking iniirog. Pero kung alam ko lang ang rason ng mga tawa mo, Sigurado akong naibigay ko na iyon sa’yo. Yung mga pang-aasar mo para sa’kin na ‘di mo malimot, Nasa ulo ko, pinagtatawanan kong paikot-ikot. Malamang ay pinagtatawanan mo rin At sigurado akong gusto **** balikan. Magiging baliw ako, mapatawa ka lang, Nagugustuhan (na) kitang makasama, Pero mas maganda pang kaibigan na lang. Kasi pag nalaman **** “oo. Gusto kita,” Hala heto na naman... Aalis at iiwas ka na. Minsan ay nakakapagod rin maghabol Ng mga taong sa huli’y mabibigay ng hatol. Pero ‘di tayo aabot sa ganoon. Kalimutan mo na ang aking sinulat. Ito ay kabilang sa pagkakamali ng kahapon. Kahit “kuya” lang? Okay na. Haha. Kaibigan lang? Okay na. O lalaki kong best friend? Sapat na. Tandaan mo na lang na narito ako lagi, Para subukan na mapatawa ka kahit minsan. Sapat na, hanggang kaibigan lang.
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
Kaibigan Lang
Natandaan ko ang mga tawa **** ‘di natatapos, At ang mga pang-aasar **** ‘di maubos. Naiinis ako pero, “haha. Tawa na lang.” Hindi ko naman inaasahang May muling bubulaklak ulit sa aking puso. Noong hinahawakan mo pa ako, Lagot na naman ang aking damdamin. Ikaw na ang laging nasa isipin. Pero... May minamahal na rin ako. Bakit ngayon may lungko’t galit ka? Sila ba ang rason at sa susunod ay ako. Sorry kung ako ang naging dahilan. Hindi ko sinasadya, iiyak-iyak ka na. Aaminin kong hindi ako sanay ‘Di ko rin man lang matanong kung, “Huy. Okay ka lang ba?” Halata naman sa mga mata mo Na hindi mo na talaga kaya. Ewan ko ba, ngiti mo lang ang hinahanap ko. ‘Di ko rin alam na iyon ang kailangan ko. Kaibigan lang naman pero bakit iba? Gusto kita patawanin ng patawanin... Para tumigil ang pagwawasak ng iyong damdamin. Kaibigan kong malakas at matapang, Alam kong lalaki ka pero hindi mo tinago, Ang mga damdamin **** ‘di naglalaho. Alam ko na baka isumbong mo ako, Sa aking lalaking iniirog. Pero kung alam ko lang ang rason ng mga tawa mo, Sigurado akong naibigay ko na iyon sa’yo. Yung mga pang-aasar mo para sa’kin na ‘di mo malimot, Nasa ulo ko, pinagtatawanan kong paikot-ikot. Malamang ay pinagtatawanan mo rin At sigurado akong gusto **** balikan. Magiging baliw ako, mapatawa ka lang, Nagugustuhan (na) kitang makasama, Pero mas maganda pang kaibigan na lang. Kasi pag nalaman **** “oo. Gusto kita,” Hala heto na naman... Aalis at iiwas ka na. Minsan ay nakakapagod rin maghabol Ng mga taong sa huli’y mabibigay ng hatol. Pero ‘di tayo aabot sa ganoon. Kalimutan mo na ang aking sinulat. Ito ay kabilang sa pagkakamali ng kahapon. Kahit “kuya” lang? Okay na. Haha. Kaibigan lang? Okay na. O lalaki kong best friend? Sapat na. Tandaan mo na lang na narito ako lagi, Para subukan na mapatawa ka kahit minsan. Sapat na, hanggang kaibigan lang.
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Haven't made a heart to heart blog post in a while.. So recently a friend of mine messaged me on kik. We kinda drifted apart, but all the same we drifted back again .. You know that feeling? She's asked me about how I was and what new things we going on in my life and then out of know where she asked me how I got into what I do, that , for those of you that don't know, is makeup. It a happy, funny, weird story all at the one time. As some of you already know, when I was 5 my parents died and I moved to Paris with my nan (<3) and she always wears red lipstick, even to this day. Lipstick , red lipstick to be more exact, was only worn by the higher class women and was generally quite expensive. Us Dean family have a ... Tradition I suppose. When a mother gives her child her very first red lipstick it means that she, in the eyes of the family, has matured and such not blah blah blah. Anyway. I didn't have my mom to do that ,so my nan took that role instead. At the ages of in and around 14 I started wearing makeup, but never in public, my nan wouldn't allow such things. I always tried to copy her make up , because she was the only female figure I had as a child , and the only person I ever respected. Even to this day my makeup is still like hers , she notices that ever time I visit haha ~ I started posting picture of my makeup ideas on my old facebook about 3 years ago and one day a represtentive from Lancôme called me and asked me to work for them , I said yes. I told my nan that day and she gave me my first red lipstick and I still have it to this day je t'aime Nana <3
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
My MakeUp Story (real)
Haven't made a heart to heart blog post in a while.. So recently a friend of mine messaged me on kik. We kinda drifted apart, but all the same we drifted back again .. You know that feeling? She's asked me about how I was and what new things we going on in my life and then out of know where she asked me how I got into what I do, that , for those of you that don't know, is makeup. It a happy, funny, weird story all at the one time. As some of you already know, when I was 5 my parents died and I moved to Paris with my nan (<3) and she always wears red lipstick, even to this day. Lipstick , red lipstick to be more exact, was only worn by the higher class women and was generally quite expensive. Us Dean family have a ... Tradition I suppose. When a mother gives her child her very first red lipstick it means that she, in the eyes of the family, has matured and such not blah blah blah. Anyway. I didn't have my mom to do that ,so my nan took that role instead. At the ages of in and around 14 I started wearing makeup, but never in public, my nan wouldn't allow such things. I always tried to copy her make up , because she was the only female figure I had as a child , and the only person I ever respected. Even to this day my makeup is still like hers , she notices that ever time I visit haha ~ I started posting picture of my makeup ideas on my old facebook about 3 years ago and one day a represtentive from Lancôme called me and asked me to work for them , I said yes. I told my nan that day and she gave me my first red lipstick and I still have it to this day je t'aime Nana <3
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Flashback, To that time we played blackjack I was impressed by your ability to shuffle all the cards just like that, &then; you showed me a magic trick with pistachio shells Oh what a friendship it is when someone buys you peanuts and opens all the shells Yeah confession; You're in my sci fi screenplay I think I wrote about you in the most innocent way And theres a song that, I currently have on replay... And a smile that can't help but shine when I see your face What a moment it is when you're sitting there on the bus and you just want to photograph it Life's a chess game, and now its your move.. I'm standing on the front line, I'm giving my horsey to you (haha) Oh this life's a chess game, One wrong move and I'll lose.... But here right now we're at a stalemate All my pieces were going but the piece that remains, patiently waits For you.. Oh with you I never want the game to end so soon And I know that we can't fall in love Cause we've got different ones for us But what a friendship it is when none of that matters no more.. You're the chess opponent I've been waiting for, You are.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC
Flashback
"What are you up to?" his simple text said "Just eating cereal and laying in bed." "What if I was with you." He responded with ease, "I guess I'd get more cereal if i please" and that's when he said it, that simpering lad, that stupid response that makes us all mad. My mind filled with dread,with a twist in my gut, I picked up my phone then read "Haha,then what ;)" "And then what?!" Shocked by his assumptious pleas, "Leave me alone, I'm begging you please" And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, he muttered those three dreaded words. Yes, I kid you not. That little ***** I opened his message that read "pic 4 pic?" The I retorted: "No do not send your unsolicited 'pics', I can surely see past your little tricks." And that's when things took an alarming switch The boy with the wounded ego replied, "You're just an ungrateful ***** The very next morning, the boy put on his fedora and let out with a sign, "Why does no one like me? I am such a nice guy"
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
*******
my subject, mrs. ((brown?)) for this speech is going to be: obesity. ish. you see I remember the article you handed out to us, loos-leafed, fresh-pressed, a dry white piece that told, in simplest terms, the most inarguable & bland facts about !healthy eating & !weight loss! but mrs ((whatever)), I want to tell n and the entire ******* crisp class, that obesity is a load of steaming **** from someone who’s really fucki ng sick (you know how much better it stinks then) that obesity was made to be glorified, I don’t tell you this— I ****** jiggle it to you, grab my santa clause puch and shove it at you-- tick tock we wait for the clock to tell us what s to come, except it makes us guess --see this: a mid-age woman, mother, fat & previously fat, goes in for stabbing pain in the chest, or chronic diarrhea, seeing stars & no energy left. ((this happens)) the doctor says, well let’s weigh you n see if you’ve lost the weight I told you to lose before remember Sharol now Sharol..,,,, sweety….. you weigh 55.62 lbs over the state-set “healthy limit”k, so we’re just gonna give u these diet pills & I promise they work,. all nach-yer-awl u see, none of that waterweight ******** [! excuse my language] and in about 3 months you’ll lose half that overweight, and I promise the starsll go away and you’ll feel right tip top okay now that’ll be $60 & come bac k in a month to tell me how much you’ve lost okay haha but that’s alrightright? she was unhealthy & doctors make you healthy only her brain cancer maybe, or like, colon cancer or literally anything other obesity kills her in about 3 months bc the **** doctor would only pretend that she cared what was wrong with Sharol, sweety…,,, im sharol and so are you and so is your uncle & so is your mother, probably because most of us are “obese” & the only cure for obesity is the cure for the term “obesity” you see
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
Obesity
my subject, mrs. ((brown?)) for this speech is going to be: obesity. ish. you see I remember the article you handed out to us, loos-leafed, fresh-pressed, a dry white piece that told, in simplest terms, the most inarguable & bland facts about !healthy eating & !weight loss! but mrs ((whatever)), I want to tell n and the entire ******* crisp class, that obesity is a load of steaming **** from someone who’s really fucki ng sick (you know how much better it stinks then) that obesity was made to be glorified, I don’t tell you this— I ****** jiggle it to you, grab my santa clause puch and shove it at you-- tick tock we wait for the clock to tell us what s to come, except it makes us guess --see this: a mid-age woman, mother, fat & previously fat, goes in for stabbing pain in the chest, or chronic diarrhea, seeing stars & no energy left. ((this happens)) the doctor says, well let’s weigh you n see if you’ve lost the weight I told you to lose before remember Sharol now Sharol..,,,, sweety….. you weigh 55.62 lbs over the state-set “healthy limit”k, so we’re just gonna give u these diet pills & I promise they work,. all nach-yer-awl u see, none of that waterweight ******** [! excuse my language] and in about 3 months you’ll lose half that overweight, and I promise the starsll go away and you’ll feel right tip top okay now that’ll be $60 & come bac k in a month to tell me how much you’ve lost okay haha but that’s alrightright? she was unhealthy & doctors make you healthy only her brain cancer maybe, or like, colon cancer or literally anything other obesity kills her in about 3 months bc the **** doctor would only pretend that she cared what was wrong with Sharol, sweety…,,, im sharol and so are you and so is your uncle & so is your mother, probably because most of us are “obese” & the only cure for obesity is the cure for the term “obesity” you see
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Fuzzzy I love you in a warm and fuzzy way inside You've c*m inside me I feel it inside haha
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Feb 4, 2023
Feb 4, 2023 at 9:01 PM UTC
Fuzzzy
5 o'clock, I should start my homework Haha that's a funny one I'll just go on Facebook instead 6 o'clock, Time to eat dinner This shouldn't take too long I can start my work after 7 o'clock, Okay I'm done eating I should really get my homework started Goes on Twitter for an hour 8 o'clock, Oh **** it's 8:00 already? I'm serious I'll start my homework now Oh look someone texted me 9 o'clock, How the **** did an hour go by already? That was like ten minutes max Oh well, I wonder what's new on YouTube? 11 o'clock, Did I really just spend two hours watching videos on YouTube? Wow I have a problem I wonder what's happened on Facebook since I left? 12 o'clock, Oh **** it's a new day I have school in eight hours and my homework isn't started Well I'm not going to get any sleep so I might as well just stay up later 1 o'clock, Wow I'm so tired Homework is stupid Why do teachers give homework? Whoever invented homework is dead to me 2 o'clock, Haha I'm still going Tomorrow is about to be rough But now that "tomorrow" is today I have to last a full day on no sleep Wait I still have to start my ******* homework 3 o'clock, Finally started my homework Too tired to process anything This homework is gonna take forever cause I'm exhausted out of my ******* mind 4 o'clock, School starts in four hours What the **** am I doing? Why did I have to procrastinate? Why do I do this to myself? I have a major problem 5 o'clock, Finished my homework Have to wake up in an hour Oh well, an hour is better than none I'm never procrastinating again! Cycle repeats tomorrow
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
In the Life of a Procrastinating Student
5 o'clock, I should start my homework Haha that's a funny one I'll just go on Facebook instead 6 o'clock, Time to eat dinner This shouldn't take too long I can start my work after 7 o'clock, Okay I'm done eating I should really get my homework started Goes on Twitter for an hour 8 o'clock, Oh **** it's 8:00 already? I'm serious I'll start my homework now Oh look someone texted me 9 o'clock, How the **** did an hour go by already? That was like ten minutes max Oh well, I wonder what's new on YouTube? 11 o'clock, Did I really just spend two hours watching videos on YouTube? Wow I have a problem I wonder what's happened on Facebook since I left? 12 o'clock, Oh **** it's a new day I have school in eight hours and my homework isn't started Well I'm not going to get any sleep so I might as well just stay up later 1 o'clock, Wow I'm so tired Homework is stupid Why do teachers give homework? Whoever invented homework is dead to me 2 o'clock, Haha I'm still going Tomorrow is about to be rough But now that "tomorrow" is today I have to last a full day on no sleep Wait I still have to start my ******* homework 3 o'clock, Finally started my homework Too tired to process anything This homework is gonna take forever cause I'm exhausted out of my ******* mind 4 o'clock, School starts in four hours What the **** am I doing? Why did I have to procrastinate? Why do I do this to myself? I have a major problem 5 o'clock, Finished my homework Have to wake up in an hour Oh well, an hour is better than none I'm never procrastinating again! Cycle repeats tomorrow
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‘…. and now, here’s Rick with the latest Market news…’ ‘Val, trading was very brisk today, with a number of influences that set the market off to some defined trends and statements. Of course, the Human Virtue Exchange always seems to rely on the volatility that resides ‘between the ears’ as noted by the veteran brokers on the floor, but the sharp ranges of prices offered versus profit taking has set the bar very high in the relative value of Basic Human Virtue. Now to the numbers: Courage [WHOME], Patience [PP], and former market darling Perseverance [GULP], all varied widely today on news from Washington that their value was doomed to fall in the light of the expected growth of Persistence [IAM] which history has shown to be a marked drag on just about everything. Outside of the self –efficacy bazaar, old standbys Ambition [HVY], Curiosity [WDF], Industry [HAHA] and Temperance [BFD], continued their free fall into uncharted areas of cost and return. Some analysts feel these virtues could be a real bargain in the future despite their history of poor performance. Could a comeback not seen since collapse of the Protestant Hypocrisy Era be in the works? We’ll see as the lack of movement in the Kindness-Generosity-Forgiveness-Compassion Index [FARAWAY] leads many to believe that the end of Politeness [UPYRS], Un-pretentiousness [ME-ME], Self Control [NWAY] and Sportsmanship [LONGONE], may lead to a complete miss-understanding between casual market players and devotees to the cause. The ratios cannot lie. But without a doubt, today’s big winner was Self Respect [YUP] which jumped and amazing 40 points before active trading ceased at the bell. So people feel real good about themselves for reasons that cannot be explained by the Ego File Indicator alone; this causes this reporter to predict that Naval Gazing [MOM] remains a ‘Hot to Trot’ stock fund and the Vanity market is always a good bet. Now, here’s Carl with today’s Human Emotion Exchange report……’
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
Two Forms of Nonsense
‘…. and now, here’s Rick with the latest Market news…’ ‘Val, trading was very brisk today, with a number of influences that set the market off to some defined trends and statements. Of course, the Human Virtue Exchange always seems to rely on the volatility that resides ‘between the ears’ as noted by the veteran brokers on the floor, but the sharp ranges of prices offered versus profit taking has set the bar very high in the relative value of Basic Human Virtue. Now to the numbers: Courage [WHOME], Patience [PP], and former market darling Perseverance [GULP], all varied widely today on news from Washington that their value was doomed to fall in the light of the expected growth of Persistence [IAM] which history has shown to be a marked drag on just about everything. Outside of the self –efficacy bazaar, old standbys Ambition [HVY], Curiosity [WDF], Industry [HAHA] and Temperance [BFD], continued their free fall into uncharted areas of cost and return. Some analysts feel these virtues could be a real bargain in the future despite their history of poor performance. Could a comeback not seen since collapse of the Protestant Hypocrisy Era be in the works? We’ll see as the lack of movement in the Kindness-Generosity-Forgiveness-Compassion Index [FARAWAY] leads many to believe that the end of Politeness [UPYRS], Un-pretentiousness [ME-ME], Self Control [NWAY] and Sportsmanship [LONGONE], may lead to a complete miss-understanding between casual market players and devotees to the cause. The ratios cannot lie. But without a doubt, today’s big winner was Self Respect [YUP] which jumped and amazing 40 points before active trading ceased at the bell. So people feel real good about themselves for reasons that cannot be explained by the Ego File Indicator alone; this causes this reporter to predict that Naval Gazing [MOM] remains a ‘Hot to Trot’ stock fund and the Vanity market is always a good bet. Now, here’s Carl with today’s Human Emotion Exchange report……’
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Its all just words No faces No looks, no clothes, no smell A simple connection It could have been anybody But it wasn’t It started off as a hobby Something to keep boredom at bay By now you’re junior olympics... At least It can be as flawless as beach glass Or jagged and farspread like the trees still dieing I never know what to expect Excitement Misunderstanding Seriousness Interest Laughter Understanding Awkwardness Distracted An idea ... Clearly I could continue It’s like my little escape hole A therapist that Actually understands and wants to We just click Alined by the sun Some would say But I dunno if that’s true All I know is what I feel Should I not feel what I feel? Do I feel what I feel? Is what I feel real? Or is it fake Is it a lie? Or should I make it one I don’t know what’s best How can I I’m new at this remember All I know are the words of the known Who are unknown to me in one world And an empty chair in the next I sit down and wait patiently Until it’s finally my turn, here is where I’ll sit There is no shame finding comfort in the little things the chair offers Its smooth silky surface The wine stain down the middle the dots that resemble a smile in the corner You don’t forget what you know so well You open up your palm A baby snake inside He doesn't take it He doesn't **** it on the spot He doesn't grimace with disgust He doesn't burst out in laughter He picks it up and cradles it in his hands And sets it free Back into the world where it belongs And then he gives you a dalia You take it and tuck it behind his ear as something to be admired He blushes He needs you too Maybe But its real Almost too real So you push it away It’s impossible It might not even be close to what you think it might be Forget And stay silent Hey We start again A haha here A smiley face too Climbing up the uncertain mountain that has never been climbed before The chance of falling high But you like the chase And for now It’s enough You don’t really care if you summit anyway A possible “when” always dangling Inside the clouds
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Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 3:15 AM UTC
Sharing is caring... Or is it really?
Its all just words No faces No looks, no clothes, no smell A simple connection It could have been anybody But it wasn’t It started off as a hobby Something to keep boredom at bay By now you’re junior olympics... At least It can be as flawless as beach glass Or jagged and farspread like the trees still dieing I never know what to expect Excitement Misunderstanding Seriousness Interest Laughter Understanding Awkwardness Distracted An idea ... Clearly I could continue It’s like my little escape hole A therapist that Actually understands and wants to We just click Alined by the sun Some would say But I dunno if that’s true All I know is what I feel Should I not feel what I feel? Do I feel what I feel? Is what I feel real? Or is it fake Is it a lie? Or should I make it one I don’t know what’s best How can I I’m new at this remember All I know are the words of the known Who are unknown to me in one world And an empty chair in the next I sit down and wait patiently Until it’s finally my turn, here is where I’ll sit There is no shame finding comfort in the little things the chair offers Its smooth silky surface The wine stain down the middle the dots that resemble a smile in the corner You don’t forget what you know so well You open up your palm A baby snake inside He doesn't take it He doesn't **** it on the spot He doesn't grimace with disgust He doesn't burst out in laughter He picks it up and cradles it in his hands And sets it free Back into the world where it belongs And then he gives you a dalia You take it and tuck it behind his ear as something to be admired He blushes He needs you too Maybe But its real Almost too real So you push it away It’s impossible It might not even be close to what you think it might be Forget And stay silent Hey We start again A haha here A smiley face too Climbing up the uncertain mountain that has never been climbed before The chance of falling high But you like the chase And for now It’s enough You don’t really care if you summit anyway A possible “when” always dangling Inside the clouds
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"I'm in trouble aren't I?" "You have no idea..." "Wanna know something?" "Are you going to say the same thing, Like you do every time? You know.. if you hadn't done this... Sort of thing? "Save your breath mate, I've heard it all before Why don't you say something new, Instead of parroting the same **** every time?" "Like seriously, Why are you even talking to me? You wanna gloat don't you? "Haha, you've been caught and I win". "Well **** you ******* I'm not hearing it Why don't you leave me alone And go choke on a bucket of ****
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
The Trouble Talk
Am I looking for love in Alderaan places? Most of my SerenityXEnterprise ship jokes go over her head. I feel like a John Cusack boombox blaring out nineties-age spaces. Like a comedy no one's heard of, I'm Better Off Dead without the love I'm not sure that I can find because then is it really possible to find The One like Neo? (Haha. Get it?) Like (p+l)(a+n)=pa+pn+la+ln, (Okay, Deep Breath) the universe is trying so hard to foil my love PLAN. (That one was ****** but the best I can present) I know you'll be saying "I told you so" when I realize the narrow parameters of my search are a little naive, but don't say I'm the Average because that's just Mean! My love is like Ash Ketchum; I need it to be the very best. My love is like Ariel; If I leave you I wanna know I'll be mist! I just needed to pull a Sasha Grey and get it off (on) my chest, I've already got my music, rhymes, and make-up. Give me the Kiss.
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
The Perfect Girl (Enjoys Puns)
Sure, the Huns may be stronger, faster, But I’ll tell you first, it’s not disaster. They may be fearless, vice-less, And the stakes this day are priceless. That must weigh heavy on your mind, And it might away at your spirits grind. It makes your heart burn, your blood race, But on this day, they will be erased. They come, by day, by night, To conquer us and flex their might. Tonight, we’ll break their endless siege, Perhaps we’ll **** their liege! Let the sun blot with countless arrow, They fly like the chattering sparrow. Perhaps most will simply miss, And you shall brave the wooden blitz. That one, slash his head from his shoulder! Watch it fall off like a fleshed-out boulder; That’s it, keep riding, they’re already breaking! Your wives will, on your return, be waiting. Go back to hell from whence you came! Of the besiegers, we’ve killed and maimed! Haha, look at them run, back to their mothers; Keep them running for a hundred summers!
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
Bravery
Did you just say i love you or it's in my head? Haha, why would you say it cause you think  I am ugly, I am bad and I dont listen to your mother cause I am too busy with my own self and it makes her mad Did you just touch me or it's in my head? Haha, why would you love me cause you always come near to hit me even in bed, your hands always touch my face to slap, you want me dead. Your hands were hard and they never stopped no matter how many tears I shed, sometimes my healed scars fills me with dread. Did you just say you miss me or it's in my head? Haha, why would you miss me when I was never part of your life, I am just a story unread. Did you just say don't leave or it's in my head? Sigh, why would you say that when I know your cell phone is more dear to you than me and I remember every word that you said. It's like I am under your debt now I am slowly coming out of red.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC
In My Head
******* Never date an ******* their attitudes stink, his neighbour is nuts, and he pees in his sink, His hair is always a mess, and he struggles with cleanliness, and sometimes they're completely hairless, Never date an ******* He'll think you're a **** and this thought he has of you will stick, Never date an ******* you piece of **** Lol just kidding peace<3 haha :* By Larna Kira Kourtis
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
*******
What a face "Sells" Abruptly she yells Matte burning dry Just try Too moisten her lips She's the Red devil From hell why does her orange face peel sell? The right color a psychic won't tell Wishing well drenched He touched my orange juice "All Frenched" She loves to slice and he peels what appeal orange saffron sauce One last juicy squirt divorce It's time for fresh squeeze Too frozen concentrate The happy hour "Orange" feel   no other place like fate Ten times real "One" face peel has been love absorbed Like lemon meringue Tainted love Bitter grind soft butter glove Do you mind orange flame (The Spa) sells to be loved Tra la so kind all Grunge Going "Wawa" coffee cruel Other colors haha Movie set Orange payroll lounge tease squirt But destroyed by the evil spell curse Summoned on sunburst But we need the Orange before the sun comes Like clones orange, you glad we have "Green Apple" phones One step beyond orange zones I don't want to burst your orange sauce Grand Marnier starry twist of orange Two timing orange yogurt Taste to tangy it hurt Hey Yo Orange peel Spa Still sticks Orange Julius flirt O outrageous P pick What turns us on and gets us sick Plan your work and work your plan Never offend her Let's see the chef make you love her Creamified dreamlike Whip free The orange mousse pie Let me hear it yummy to lie
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
Orange Peel Sells
"Tick-tock," says the clock. "Haha, yea...," I reply. Maybe I'm a bad friend, But I'm jealous of the clock. Sure, I love hanging around with the clock, But wouldn't it be great to be him? You might say I'm ticking with envy. (Whatever that means) Beautifully crafted, Always moving forward, Always being looked up to. Even when someone tells you you're slow or wrong, You keep moving forward regardless. Man wants to reverse you, And constantly fights against you, But I know you're just misunderstood. "Don't shoot the messenger," as they say. Stay strong clock. We'd be lost without you.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
The Clock
Sara L Russell, 15th January 2016, 00:04 ------------------------------------------------------------------- So yeah this is me and Julie outside H&M;… trying too hard to look **** Desperate tarts more like. We went to Starbucks after that, then the pub, and then… the rest of the afternoon's a blur. Haha. ----------✿----------- Oh yes and this one's me with Foo Foo, stupid cat's sitting on top of my presentation. She can be useless at times but she makes a good hot water bottle when it's like, really cold? You know? Cats are great for that. Dead sympathetic too. Good listeners. ----------✿----------- Oh now this is a good one. This is me with that **** actor off I'm a Celebrity. He was in… actually I can't remember what he was in? Really like, **** though? Yet I've only seen him on I'm a Celebrity? Anyway he was cool with stopping for a selfie. God love him. (Whoever he is). ----------✿----------- Ahh… this one is me with Julie again. She's such a ****** She's got one of those light up Santa hats on. Daft ***** Never did get one for me. Not that I'd wear one. I prefer those furry reindeer antlers. See? There's one of me with antlers on. ----------✿----------- Oh here's one of me and Mum. Yeah very sad I know. She tries so hard to be cool, bless her. Embarrassing really. I gave her my old phone and she still hasn't worked out how to use it. Takes loads of photos of herself though. So sad.
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
Queen of the Selfie
The concert was about to finish .. And now it's her turn .. With her instrument .. With her golden saxophone .. The lights were diminished .. And she started playing her favorite musical note .. With her heart that is full of feelings .. And her closed eyes .. In her special world .. The air goes out from her lungs softly like tears .. And the great audience feels every tone .. She doesn’t see them .. She doesn’t hear their clap .. Only his soul that is around .. And Only his voice that is heard .. Then his beautiful smile .. With tears in his eyes , He said ''You're the best'' Then she looked at her saxophone .. And remembered years ago .. At one of their nights .. During one of their phone calls .. - You know babe , I adore the Saxophone .. - Really ? - Yeah , it's my favorite instrument .. - Hold on .. - What's this noise around you ? - Nothing just my family .. - Hmmm , didn't they sleep ? - No , gonna call you after sometime .. - Ok no problem .. And after sometime he called her back .. - Now tell me what will you do when you get a saxophone .. - Haha , I really don't know but I've never thought about having one before .. As they used to do , He started telling her a story before sleeping .. She doesn't care about any stories .. She just loves listening to his voice .. She stays silent .. To listen and feel .. Every single word .. And while listening , The call was over .. She did a call again and again .. No answer .. She called his home .. No answer .. Again and again .. No answer .. The phone was ringing away from his sleeping house .. Without his family noise that didn't exist .. Among a lot of people .. In his crushed car .. Between his dead body .. And That New Golden Saxophone
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
That New Golden Saxophone ..
The concert was about to finish .. And now it's her turn .. With her instrument .. With her golden saxophone .. The lights were diminished .. And she started playing her favorite musical note .. With her heart that is full of feelings .. And her closed eyes .. In her special world .. The air goes out from her lungs softly like tears .. And the great audience feels every tone .. She doesn’t see them .. She doesn’t hear their clap .. Only his soul that is around .. And Only his voice that is heard .. Then his beautiful smile .. With tears in his eyes , He said ''You're the best'' Then she looked at her saxophone .. And remembered years ago .. At one of their nights .. During one of their phone calls .. - You know babe , I adore the Saxophone .. - Really ? - Yeah , it's my favorite instrument .. - Hold on .. - What's this noise around you ? - Nothing just my family .. - Hmmm , didn't they sleep ? - No , gonna call you after sometime .. - Ok no problem .. And after sometime he called her back .. - Now tell me what will you do when you get a saxophone .. - Haha , I really don't know but I've never thought about having one before .. As they used to do , He started telling her a story before sleeping .. She doesn't care about any stories .. She just loves listening to his voice .. She stays silent .. To listen and feel .. Every single word .. And while listening , The call was over .. She did a call again and again .. No answer .. She called his home .. No answer .. Again and again .. No answer .. The phone was ringing away from his sleeping house .. Without his family noise that didn't exist .. Among a lot of people .. In his crushed car .. Between his dead body .. And That New Golden Saxophone
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dari awal memang aku hanya kertas kosong bagimu tak bisa digambar, tak bisa ditulis yang terlupakan, yang tertinggal yang terbuang, tak berharga meski ku coba tuk tulis sendiri kau hapus begitu saja, dan kau buang nama ku tak pernah kau sebut mungkin karena kau lupa mungkin karena kau tak suka aku Erikaa kau bisa panggil ku apa saja sesukamu tapi jangan, jangan kau tak menyapaku ku baca statusmu diam-diam, dari akun temanku, teman baikku kau benar suka dia? haha tentu saja! kau kembali ke kampung halaman, besoknya kau pergi lagi menjemputnya oh betapa beruntungnya dia dicintai malaikat sepertimu jika kau menikah, apa ada kau akan mengingatku? mengingat kekonyolanku? menertawai kebodohanku? kini semuanya ku buang, semua tentangmu senyummu, candamu, tapi ku mohon, izinkan aku menyimpan foto-foto mu bukan foto dirimu, tapi foto mu, pohon, jalanan, Samudera Atlantik, yang kau foto No! Akan ku hapus semua! Terima kasih tuk selama ini. Kau tlah berikan 0.5% cinta mu padaku Terima kasih telah 99.5% membenciku sehingga aku sadar akan kedudukanku Terima kasih sudah 100% mencintai dia aku yakin kau takkan menyakitinya ""Selamat G----- F--------- F-------- Semoga kamu BAHAGIA""
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
love 0.5%
Do you want to know what I’m ******* sick of… Probably not… It’s not like you’d give a **** anyways. ***Because the moment you give a fuck…you **** up your life.*** It’s better to not feel anything than to feel and have it be ripped away from you. The moment you trust in some…ha they're a fake. *They don’t give a ******* **** about you or your problems…* Maybe it seems like they do…but they don’t care. They NEVER do. I thought maybe he might have cared. After all he noticed. **** it.** It was a ******* lie.* Sure he noticed but that was all. He didn’t care… He makes you feel again and then takes it all away… I forgot “the higher you go, the harder you fall” and that’s just what I did. I was being stupid, naive, and idiot, to think for just a second he would understand or even care what I was going through. Ha now I’m back to square one. Back to being just me. Haha ***life is a cruel ******* game.*** My demons know how to swim, they know everything about me. They aren’t under my bed they are in my head. Now I’m back to the way it was before he came in. Before he tried to fix me. If anything he broke me even more…
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
Break Me
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been putting up with my **** just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the ********** Let's have a toast for the ******** Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can [Verse 1: Kanye West] She find pictures in my e-mail I sent this ***** a picture of my **** I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good with that **** See, I could have me a good girl And still be addicted to them hoodrats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at [Hook] [Bridge] Run away from me, baby, run away Run away from me, baby, run away It's about to get crazy, why can't she just, run away? Baby, I got a plan, run away fast as you can [Verse 2 - Pusha T] 24/7, 365, ***** stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it Now pick your next move, you could leave or live wit' it Ichabod Crane with that ************* top off Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs, haha Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes in the balla-nigga matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless P! [Verse 3: Kanye West] Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know I did damage Cause the look in your eyes is killing me I guess you are at an advantage Cause you can blame me for everything And I don't know how I'mma manage If one day you just up and leave
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
Runaway
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been putting up with my **** just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the ********** Let's have a toast for the ******** Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can [Verse 1: Kanye West] She find pictures in my e-mail I sent this ***** a picture of my **** I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good with that **** See, I could have me a good girl And still be addicted to them hoodrats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at [Hook] [Bridge] Run away from me, baby, run away Run away from me, baby, run away It's about to get crazy, why can't she just, run away? Baby, I got a plan, run away fast as you can [Verse 2 - Pusha T] 24/7, 365, ***** stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it Now pick your next move, you could leave or live wit' it Ichabod Crane with that ************* top off Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs, haha Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes in the balla-nigga matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless P! [Verse 3: Kanye West] Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know I did damage Cause the look in your eyes is killing me I guess you are at an advantage Cause you can blame me for everything And I don't know how I'mma manage If one day you just up and leave
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