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b'ęránko bà p'égbá nigbò, kiniun lolori wøn b'ęiyę p'øgøfa l'ødan așa l'øga gbogbo wøn b'øba p'ęgbęrun laiye, ønirisha ni baba wøn b'obinrin ti pøto laiye, iwø motunrayo ni mø yan layo ifę rę n'pa mi bi øti oyi ifę rę n'kømi o mu mi lotutu gbogbo ara mi ngbøn bi ęni w'ędo b'oba føwø rę kanmi , arami aya gaga ololufe mi apønbeepore o'nfa øfun ni kij'ęran pe lęnu, ohun mi k'in wa ę m'øya , irinajo niøję nișęju ișęju løkan mi fa si ę ololufęmi abęfę, ibadi aran awęlęwa ęwa rę tan bi mønamana otan kaari aiye, omu imøle wasayemi ofimi løkan bale, aiya mi o ja ęru o si bamimø ifę rę mumi rinri ajo ayø omumi de ebute idunnu ati alafia mowoke modupę løwø eledua to semilanu nigba ti mo șe awari ifę rę bi ewe ba pę Lara oșę, a ma d'øșę ekurø lala b'aku ęwa bi inu ba șè șì, aworan rę lowa ni bę. iwø ni monifę julø . mawo ariwo øja rara. mașe da awøn ęlętan løhun iru ifę wa yii lowu wøn ifę at'oke l'atørun wa.
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
ololufemi {my beloved }
Berikut adalah percakapan antara aku dan aku; Aku bertanya, apa itu self love ? Mencintai diri sendiri jawabku. Bagaimana bentuknya ? Mencintai dan menjaga diri sendiri. Bagaimana spesifiknya kalau boleh tahu ? Merawat diri sendiri baik dari tubuh, pikiran, dan hati. Bisa beri detail lebih jelas mengenai merawat tubuh, pikiran, dan hati ? Tentu saja. Dari tubuh, Jika engkau ingin mempercantik dirimu tetapi benar benar untuk dirimu. Bukan hanya sekedar konsumsi publik semata agar engkau dianggap kualitas super hanya dari fisik. Maka, lakukanlah. Dari pikiran, Oke ini level dua. Sulit. Kau harus pandai mengolah semua pikiran negatifmu. Cobalah ubah menjadi sebaliknya, rasa takut kau ubah sebagai rasa penasaran menghadapi suatu hal, singkirkanlah logis yang terlalu mengedepankan ego sejenak, ajak pikiranmu tenang lalu coba bawa ia ke tempat yang luas. Dari hati, Sulit. Karena mungkin sejatinya sifat tiap kamu kamu itu terefleksi dari sini. Tinggal pilih, mau babak belur mencoba lebih baik atau nyaman di tempat kotor ? Kalau ini caraku. Cobalah untuk selalu berbuat kebaikan, banyak orang yang akan sering berkata kamu nanti terlalu naif, munafik. Halah, persetan dengan itu semua. Jalani hidupmu sendiri sendiri, senang itu tergantung kita bukan orang lain. Kita yang putuskan mau senang apa tidak. Coba lihat, karena apa ? Ego mereka sulit diolah, atau bahkan sudah diracuni oleh ego sendiri ? Apapun itu, aku turut berduka untuk mereka. Intinya berbuat baik, tidak hanya kepada makhluk hidup saja. Alam jangan dilupakan. Kau itu sama sama ciptaan-Nya, bukankah kalau saling sayang kita akan selalu tenang ?
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
Self Love
Berikut adalah percakapan antara aku dan aku; Aku bertanya, apa itu self love ? Mencintai diri sendiri jawabku. Bagaimana bentuknya ? Mencintai dan menjaga diri sendiri. Bagaimana spesifiknya kalau boleh tahu ? Merawat diri sendiri baik dari tubuh, pikiran, dan hati. Bisa beri detail lebih jelas mengenai merawat tubuh, pikiran, dan hati ? Tentu saja. Dari tubuh, Jika engkau ingin mempercantik dirimu tetapi benar benar untuk dirimu. Bukan hanya sekedar konsumsi publik semata agar engkau dianggap kualitas super hanya dari fisik. Maka, lakukanlah. Dari pikiran, Oke ini level dua. Sulit. Kau harus pandai mengolah semua pikiran negatifmu. Cobalah ubah menjadi sebaliknya, rasa takut kau ubah sebagai rasa penasaran menghadapi suatu hal, singkirkanlah logis yang terlalu mengedepankan ego sejenak, ajak pikiranmu tenang lalu coba bawa ia ke tempat yang luas. Dari hati, Sulit. Karena mungkin sejatinya sifat tiap kamu kamu itu terefleksi dari sini. Tinggal pilih, mau babak belur mencoba lebih baik atau nyaman di tempat kotor ? Kalau ini caraku. Cobalah untuk selalu berbuat kebaikan, banyak orang yang akan sering berkata kamu nanti terlalu naif, munafik. Halah, persetan dengan itu semua. Jalani hidupmu sendiri sendiri, senang itu tergantung kita bukan orang lain. Kita yang putuskan mau senang apa tidak. Coba lihat, karena apa ? Ego mereka sulit diolah, atau bahkan sudah diracuni oleh ego sendiri ? Apapun itu, aku turut berduka untuk mereka. Intinya berbuat baik, tidak hanya kepada makhluk hidup saja. Alam jangan dilupakan. Kau itu sama sama ciptaan-Nya, bukankah kalau saling sayang kita akan selalu tenang ?
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Have you ever woke with the illusion? Today you fuse the fusion? Thus everything is sweet But …. By the time The sun goes down Into your cage You will retreat Moments of lucidity Plague the true validity Of a mind maligned and broke Quick … Catch the Keeper of the Key Omniscience for all to see For this here life is NOT a joke I Poke I Choke I sometimes Stroke But all to no avail The monkey chatter's constantly In his universal veil What to do? Where to go? How to fight his hold? Maybe … In another life My existence will be told I know you see my weakness As a blanket Safe and warm But… Have YOU been in monkey’s meadow? When the bees begin to swarm? **H u m m i n g B u z z i n g H u m m i n g** Bedlam in my brain Frantic and frenetic to board this Honey Train Traversing peeling papers Unconnected on the floor I now accept what fate beholds me I am but a prisoner of war Please …. Take my hand Please … Soothe my soul Please … Keep ME safe from ME And when I live my brand new life I will be your devoted devotee I will pick you flowers every day Born of wild stock We will live and love so merrily Souls will interlock And if you feel a little down I will gently take your hand Soothe your soul Keep you safe In my silken meadowland
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Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 7:28 AM UTC
In my silken meadowland
*currently poland has a catholic conservative organising party of power, which means you'll get great pop hits like: africa by t.o.t.o. in clamour karaoke format... kara oke... new form of hara kiri... get that ******* mike into the wheat fields and bury it! so inventing new japanese phrasing... KARA OKE means plagiarising a song so so hard, that arteries start bulging out of your neck... which makes sense to never spot it on opera singers... because they're bubbly bubbles phat... pass me the hairbrush... i'm about to shing in the singing cubicle of running water.* there's a reason why rock stars et al. are famous... they're basically crowd control, crowd control stewards, pacifiers of the mob who have a guillotine hidden under one girl's skirt... and aristocrats don't like that... no precious... so now in encore all together: CLAP IF YOU'RE HAPPY CLAP HAPPY CLAP IF YOU'RE HAPPY; ****** my pants i did, thinking it out... feels good to not feel jealous about such professions designated a stage and a thank you speech, but oddly enough such crowd control professions attract the biggest dross of jealousy... while the one hundred and ten year old sikh guy keeps jogging, at his age so fast, that his turban falls off... no one's jealous of him; he's got twenty great-grandchildren and i'd rather be jealous of that... the definite concentration of mortality extending into a comparative blink of a god.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC
Kara Oke
I am a soul with a formidable character with a haven-piercing eye a heart made of a *** of gold I am a king with everlasting authenticity with a roar of a lion fearless, like a peacock's feathers I am audible with an aroma filled with audacity strange oke living in simplicity with a mind travelling in Paradise city I am a child of God born of the Holy Spirit in thine I bow in obedience thus attitude of gratitude is lived.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
I Am
SInful Creatures of Primal Passion that Envoke a Love Beyond Mortal Rapture
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
We Are
i am not insignificant i am worth it i am not stupid i am not blind i am not ugly and unwanted my efforts were not for nothing my pain is justified my feelings are real i am not over-exaggerating i am not taking it too far i am not selfish i am not attention seeking i am not alone i am not useless i am not a bad person i am just a little br oke n.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
list of things you are not allowed to feel
He was a boy becoming a man He was a boy with dreams He was a boy who had life in him He was a boy who had love to give. He was a designer He was a youth He was a creative He was the truth Oke wanted to live Oke wanted a good life for his mum Oke wanted a good life for his brother Oke wanted a good life for his lover So much love to give So many more memories to make So many creatives to build So much history he could have made Oke was a man A man who died a boy A handsome boy, we will never know how handsome he would have been as a man. Oke wanted to take over the world He was designing his own life with everyone he loves by his side. Now, where is Oke? Where is his spirit? Where is his creativity? Where are his emotions? Where is his smile? He said "Nigeria won't end me" One Two Three Nigeria became the end of him. Gone to the ground, never to be remembered by the world just by those who truly love him. Where is Oke? Bury him in Satin Bury him with the winds Let his flesh touch the sands and his spirit land in the lord's hands Let his dreams die Let his love die Let his smile die Let him rest Where are you, Oke? Let me come with you Maybe then I would rest just like you Let's meet for the first time amongst the sand Let's shake hands and play in the dark Where are you, Oke? A Handsome boy never to be a man Sleep well Okay? Oke. When my mind began to cloud I began thinking out loud.
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Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
O.K.E
*kankerlijer klootzak met een halve maan op je gezicht het is goed bedoelt als dat het minder erg moet maken maar nee het enige wat ik nodig had was een grijntje begrip een beetje respect misschien nu is het al gebeurt gezegd en gedaan zal ik jouw gezicht liever niet meer zien of krijg ik zin om te slaan sorry oke maar zonder traan oprechtheid ver te zoeken dan is het voorbij niet meer dichtbij het is gedaan klootzak en nog bedankt voor de argwaan*
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
Persoonlijk opgevat
Even in the shards of a b r oke n mirror, you are still beautiful to me
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
To me
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
If it ain't Broke, don't fix It
Peace or dark words that pollute the air, Observe the Knowledge of creativity and the imaginations for the world to share. Evolve with the meditation of words to strengthen your mind, Tome a secret place where you can hide and have your adventure of words to build that you can’t find. Rejuvenate the art that you create in your mind to paint the world of new life and energy that you bring, Yoke words that brings people in this world together to reunite peace and love because poetry is everything. By Jacob Cuadro
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
Poetry
GBEGBELEKU GbeGbeleku can never dance, the tune of bata seem silent too his feet, his dansiki made of the grate aso oke says no to the wind when she blows. Omele from the rear thunder boldly whom changes the steps of men and takes them to the surrealistic world seem powerless in his ears. Gangan the hopeful one a lion of sound  who speaks the truth to the one with the gifted ears Giving the body strength like never before, with saworoide he gives his cap, still he gives no interest. Oh Oh my sekere with your million babies you make no difference To the company of truth. Oya on the chirot of the gods tells me you lost hope in humanity But you I ask if not for anything at least for the strength used in invoking the gods take a step make that change.
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
GBEGBELEKU
what is it I carry that is throwing me this way a personal belief I couldn't bury in the haze the smoke's the only thing that showed me where I want to be a step ahead of lonely and a wave above the sea I'm not a haunted being like I thought I always was it turns out we are nothing but the end of what's become and I am ever sorry for the purposeless divide I know you couldn't feel it but I kept you like the time the pieces of forever couldn't possibly ignore the thought of this not ending was a plague that wanted more than we had ever given for we thought the night would bend with you and I together in a plausible pretend the seers and the doers are supposed to be the same without a doubt collateral for everything we claim I laid you out in fragments and began to learn your soul I'm not the type of person who will ever let you go I'll try to find a way for all the seasons that we sing today it feels like autumn but tomorrow will be spring and I will ask the rain to introduce me to your hands so I can fall asleep before I touch another man
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
The carrying of
Ik heb wat testjes afgenomen, wilde bepalen welke dromen mij het beste klaar kunnen stomen voor een leven in de bomen. Ik stem, studeer en ben het bos verloren, staar en veer op van het bed, wens terug los te zijn, zoek vrijheid en een job. Ik, wie ben, ik, boe, wie ben ik, moe. Wie ik ben, is wat ik doe, niet minder, meer, niet zeer, toch op zoek. Want wat was nu ook weer de clue? Ach juist, ik was op zoek, naar wie mij kan definiëren. Ik heb een onuitstaanbare nood aan vastleggen wie ik ben, het is geen aanrader, 'k zou het niet proberen. Ik wil vertrouwbaar zijn, betrouw me gauw en ik zal horen, ik ben als luisteraar geboren. Ook lief en accepterend, de armzaligen verwerend, doch lachend uit, oordelend, liefst de taken verdelend. Dat ben ik, Daan, de ambassadeur van buzz, plezier en lachen bezorgen aan de cohorte is mijn favoriete forte. Zeg ik allemaal zelf, rapportage is onbetrouwbaar onderzoek, ik blijf blijkbaar blij mijzelf verschuldigd te zeggen wie ik ben en is dat een probleem? 't Is dat ik vanonder zoek. Voor mij een beetje maar van bovenaf is dat allemaal oke. Vanaf morgen zeg ik nee wil ik minderen die letters zinderen na en daarom zeg ik ja wanneer ik liever afwijs. Het is een zwakte als pas gelakte nagels later wordt het mooi, voor nu is het een zooi tot het droogt en het poogt alles te verbeteren. Dat ben, was, word ik later een zeveraar een prater een typer, een tikker, getikt, jouw type, cherry picker. Ik eet de kersen op jouw taart wanneer je moederdag verjaart eet de olie van jouw dom de spookjes uit jouw kom Ik ben veel en ook een vraat ik schrok zelfs terwijl ik praat tijdens de film god wat zou ik mezelf ambetant vinden als ik mezelf niet was Daarom kan ik niet om met mensen die niet anders zijn, ik zou ze verwensen maar dat is niet mijn manier van werken ik tolereer ze, laat liefst niet teveel merken van mijn afgrijzen, afschuwelijk plezier als ik zie *** pijnlijk op een kier de deur staat naar vergetelheid.
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
Ik
Ik heb wat testjes afgenomen, wilde bepalen welke dromen mij het beste klaar kunnen stomen voor een leven in de bomen. Ik stem, studeer en ben het bos verloren, staar en veer op van het bed, wens terug los te zijn, zoek vrijheid en een job. Ik, wie ben, ik, boe, wie ben ik, moe. Wie ik ben, is wat ik doe, niet minder, meer, niet zeer, toch op zoek. Want wat was nu ook weer de clue? Ach juist, ik was op zoek, naar wie mij kan definiëren. Ik heb een onuitstaanbare nood aan vastleggen wie ik ben, het is geen aanrader, 'k zou het niet proberen. Ik wil vertrouwbaar zijn, betrouw me gauw en ik zal horen, ik ben als luisteraar geboren. Ook lief en accepterend, de armzaligen verwerend, doch lachend uit, oordelend, liefst de taken verdelend. Dat ben ik, Daan, de ambassadeur van buzz, plezier en lachen bezorgen aan de cohorte is mijn favoriete forte. Zeg ik allemaal zelf, rapportage is onbetrouwbaar onderzoek, ik blijf blijkbaar blij mijzelf verschuldigd te zeggen wie ik ben en is dat een probleem? 't Is dat ik vanonder zoek. Voor mij een beetje maar van bovenaf is dat allemaal oke. Vanaf morgen zeg ik nee wil ik minderen die letters zinderen na en daarom zeg ik ja wanneer ik liever afwijs. Het is een zwakte als pas gelakte nagels later wordt het mooi, voor nu is het een zooi tot het droogt en het poogt alles te verbeteren. Dat ben, was, word ik later een zeveraar een prater een typer, een tikker, getikt, jouw type, cherry picker. Ik eet de kersen op jouw taart wanneer je moederdag verjaart eet de olie van jouw dom de spookjes uit jouw kom Ik ben veel en ook een vraat ik schrok zelfs terwijl ik praat tijdens de film god wat zou ik mezelf ambetant vinden als ik mezelf niet was Daarom kan ik niet om met mensen die niet anders zijn, ik zou ze verwensen maar dat is niet mijn manier van werken ik tolereer ze, laat liefst niet teveel merken van mijn afgrijzen, afschuwelijk plezier als ik zie *** pijnlijk op een kier de deur staat naar vergetelheid.
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When people ask me to tell them about myself to tell them who I am I always tell them I’m not good in that, to just ask me what they want to know but actually I just don’t know I just don’t know who I am who am I? I just want someone to say to me I see who you really are but how could anybody say that when I don’t even know who I am anymore I always wanted to be that girl I used to be the one who always laughed but now I don’t know if that was ever true people think I’m that girl now but it’s just an act it’s just because I don’t want to be the person who always isn’t oke the person they worry about I really feel alone because I just can’t talk to anyone about these things I need to talk about soo much and to take the mask off to let the real feelings out but it just goes natural as If my real feelings are fake and the fake ones real
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
fake
Boy that I mean Who I interested He cool and cold Yes. Complete. Somehow he makes me fill in his situation, in his world Somehow I lost it Somehow I don't understand what to do with him How grateful, we get 'time' that Unexpected we did together So, I promise will do anythings with heart never want to fail and keep confident.. That 'cool boy' ; drug of life. Why? Can you describe what thing or person can make you more wide and friendly to be? I choose him ( one of many things) He isn't my ambision, just like my qoute hanged in wall. Every day I read it, see it, and fill me. Oh yah, he just like pathogens inject my receptor antibody. Oke that's already flat. Bye for prepare anygoodbyes.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
Cool boy
i'm sorry that i tried to give up my liFe I'm sorry that i bRoke more than i could know i'm Sorry That i need to feel Like i'm free i'm sOrry that i Vowed to nEver let you down
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
evol tsrif
Don't Can't Lame Joke
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
good riddance
Deception and lies, lies amongst us, within us causing cracks from disappointments breaking our souls, holes created we, you and me have seen the devils the evils as different as they we have seen within we carry them piled pieces of hearts and emotion noted is we all are broken some broke and feel left out we all do broken, didnt start with you we thy all broken souls
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
br oke n
her mane built out of fire
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
Oke
that day My alarm goes off, brainfogg turns on Just 10 min more and i’ll feel oke, eeuhm not stop telling that lie to yourself Get out of bed, get dressed Black spots everywhere, just sit and don’t faint Keep telling yourself you’ll be owkey Wondering should i visit the doctor? everything hurts i don’t think that's normal Ow right i have fibromyalgia They tell me i have to accept that, that you have to learn to live with it and don’t fight it Yeah tell me i’m depressed Easy said isn’t it You can go home just made a lot of money for what ? For telling me i’m never getting better, just hope you don’t get worse For telling me i’m depressed and i just have to accept For telling me to change my hole life; stop working, stay to the same routine but when i ask you how that is even possible without money etc you don’t have an answer How can i accept something i never wanted How can i accept something that makes everyday so ******* hard How can i accept something that hurts me all the time It’s like telling someone to accept their abusive partner that hurts them everyday Don’t tell me i need to stop fighting it!! because the moment i stop fighting it i’ll stop fighting the urge to make an end to it all And don’t compare my pain to a pain you had when you walked for hours and whit a heavy backpack and your shoulder started to ache and you could think away the pain. I dont have the energy to think away the pain every ******* second of the day But you are right about one thing: yes i am depressed i’ve been that way for a long time now But you were the first person to ever tell me that. the first person where i dropped my act and you didn’t do **** about it. I told you i rather wanted to be terminally ill than to have this and you just told me to accept it
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
that day
that day My alarm goes off, brainfogg turns on Just 10 min more and i’ll feel oke, eeuhm not stop telling that lie to yourself Get out of bed, get dressed Black spots everywhere, just sit and don’t faint Keep telling yourself you’ll be owkey Wondering should i visit the doctor? everything hurts i don’t think that's normal Ow right i have fibromyalgia They tell me i have to accept that, that you have to learn to live with it and don’t fight it Yeah tell me i’m depressed Easy said isn’t it You can go home just made a lot of money for what ? For telling me i’m never getting better, just hope you don’t get worse For telling me i’m depressed and i just have to accept For telling me to change my hole life; stop working, stay to the same routine but when i ask you how that is even possible without money etc you don’t have an answer How can i accept something i never wanted How can i accept something that makes everyday so ******* hard How can i accept something that hurts me all the time It’s like telling someone to accept their abusive partner that hurts them everyday Don’t tell me i need to stop fighting it!! because the moment i stop fighting it i’ll stop fighting the urge to make an end to it all And don’t compare my pain to a pain you had when you walked for hours and whit a heavy backpack and your shoulder started to ache and you could think away the pain. I dont have the energy to think away the pain every ******* second of the day But you are right about one thing: yes i am depressed i’ve been that way for a long time now But you were the first person to ever tell me that. the first person where i dropped my act and you didn’t do **** about it. I told you i rather wanted to be terminally ill than to have this and you just told me to accept it
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when they tell you, "don't fall in love with a poet," mark their words. poets love differently than most. we feel differently than most. we fall in love with words as we trace their outline onto your bare skin. we fall for prose, not people. we'll dream about what it's like to lose you before you're ever gone. we romanticize loss. a heart inflicted is a powerful tool and the passion that flows through our bodies fuels our writer's hand. melancholy was gifted to us. we express our thoughts best when we write them down as we write you off with nothing left to say. we will leave you br oke n. "don't fall in love with a poet," they warn, "you'll only ever be their muse."
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
falling in love with a poet