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the world sits on the wing of a dove being swallowed whole by a fiery goddess descended from heaven on a chariot of ivy i am incarcerated by shaking flesh and itching cloth the road before me is giant and knows no bounds the graveyard is warm and wet with spirits and dew and red clouds are born from fire in the dawn there is an intelligent horse being ridden by a snarling insect and this man has come to claim our souls our sunset blood burns boils blisters until a million animals wounded i'm still alive, transfigure me into a creator choke up my nostrils with the scent of your *** invade my lungs with the burn of your god caress my toungue with the infinite promise enter my brain from above, and regurgitate your anxiety on me slimy worms devour a psychadelic tomato laughing into transendency, an eyeless eel has dissappeared into a pocket i speak from balconies, from terrible heights, from hastened windowsills in a million desperate quarrelling cities this is where i **** up illusion, i give up to despondency i ring the great iron bell that resounds with corruption, with hatred, with hideous *** and admiration, i scream and cavort on rooftops alone with a black & blue midnight covered in electric lights and gunpowder tongues here comes the disintegration of my mind disgraced by the eye of the earth and spat into a realm of salivating light i am swimming through digested heartbreak and melancholy livers sickened by madness and homemade bombs and ****** the rainclouds carry a truckload of babies' hearts and it's raining eyes over the city now the cry of the mind escapes from waving mouths in impotence as millions of bacteria invade the brain may these lines be answered by the bird of the sun by the worm at my ear by the sight of my skeleton by the stench of ***** in the air by the dead gong shivering through midnight by the bleeding eye of abandoned dreams by the prophets in proclamation by the god of all my sorrows
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Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:55 PM UTC
david-badgerow
intelligent horse
the world sits on the wing of a dove being swallowed whole by a fiery goddess descended from heaven on a chariot of ivy i am incarcerated by shaking flesh and itching cloth the road before me is giant and knows no bounds the graveyard is warm and wet with spirits and dew and red clouds are born from fire in the dawn there is an intelligent horse being ridden by a snarling insect and this man has come to claim our souls our sunset blood burns boils blisters until a million animals wounded i'm still alive, transfigure me into a creator choke up my nostrils with the scent of your *** invade my lungs with the burn of your god caress my toungue with the infinite promise enter my brain from above, and regurgitate your anxiety on me slimy worms devour a psychadelic tomato laughing into transendency, an eyeless eel has dissappeared into a pocket i speak from balconies, from terrible heights, from hastened windowsills in a million desperate quarrelling cities this is where i **** up illusion, i give up to despondency i ring the great iron bell that resounds with corruption, with hatred, with hideous *** and admiration, i scream and cavort on rooftops alone with a black & blue midnight covered in electric lights and gunpowder tongues here comes the disintegration of my mind disgraced by the eye of the earth and spat into a realm of salivating light i am swimming through digested heartbreak and melancholy livers sickened by madness and homemade bombs and ****** the rainclouds carry a truckload of babies' hearts and it's raining eyes over the city now the cry of the mind escapes from waving mouths in impotence as millions of bacteria invade the brain may these lines be answered by the bird of the sun by the worm at my ear by the sight of my skeleton by the stench of ***** in the air by the dead gong shivering through midnight by the bleeding eye of abandoned dreams by the prophets in proclamation by the god of all my sorrows
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One of those expensive shops its name in large red alphabet that wink into the night its glass doors with handprints 'OPEN', they say but the face behind the counter wishes against. See, I ran into big money and I will spend it all on chocolate, enough chocolate for a month. Grabbing a clinking metal basket I sprint to the section of my recent interest tossing fifty bars of this, twenty blocks of that some milk white, most coffee black wrapped in shiny colours and labels nutted, chipped, tempered, moulded. I bought a truckload with a great sense of pride and contentment with which loudly, I sighed. I went home, bathed, dressed and set the mood right imbibing first the sweet crinkling of the foil, I took a generous bite tongue and nerves at work but quite early I open my eyes to the heap of shiny acquisitions to my first big expense that stood dimly magnificent but this time rather quiety, I sighed. "I don't like chocolate"
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
disha-verma
Chocolate
One of those expensive shops its name in large red alphabet that wink into the night its glass doors with handprints 'OPEN', they say but the face behind the counter wishes against. See, I ran into big money and I will spend it all on chocolate, enough chocolate for a month. Grabbing a clinking metal basket I sprint to the section of my recent interest tossing fifty bars of this, twenty blocks of that some milk white, most coffee black wrapped in shiny colours and labels nutted, chipped, tempered, moulded. I bought a truckload with a great sense of pride and contentment with which loudly, I sighed. I went home, bathed, dressed and set the mood right imbibing first the sweet crinkling of the foil, I took a generous bite tongue and nerves at work but quite early I open my eyes to the heap of shiny acquisitions to my first big expense that stood dimly magnificent but this time rather quiety, I sighed. "I don't like chocolate"
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He’d never forgotten the heap of **** That sat beside the mine, It blocked the sun from his morning walk With its shadow, so sublime, It grew to hover above his home From the time that he was three, Its overpowering vastness grew Not slow, but steadily. And every time that the wind would blow Its dust would fill the air, Would saturate every cranny, even Darken his mother’s hair, The coal dust strangled their garden bed So not a thing would grow, And filled up his father’s lungs with dust Each time that he went below. The more that they mined the deeper coal The higher it grew, the heap, It spread away from the poppethead Was covering up the street, They tried to manage the monster but It grew out of control, With every truckload of **** they dumped From where they mined the coal. At night it loomed like a giant bat With its shadow on the ground, Gleaming black in the moon’s pale beam It terrorised the town, ‘I don’t like walking at night out there,’ You’d hear the women say, ‘That heap is covering Satan’s lair We need to get away.’ But nobody ever got away, At least, not with their soul, They’d sold their souls to the devil, and Were tied to the monster, coal, The men came home with their faces black And their hands all scarred and torn, For coal mining is the sort of job You are cursed with, when you’re born. And he was taken to work the mine When he’d barely turned just six, His father said, ‘Well, I think it’s time, You can leave behind your tricks,’ They showed him how he could work the fan To fill the mine with air, And there he worked twelve hours a day While he learned the word ‘Despair’. His father died when a prop collapsed And they had to leave him there, Under a hundred tons of coal But the owners didn’t care, They simply began another drive To make up the owner’s loss, Whether the miners lived or died Their lives were seen as dross. So Andrew, that was the orphan’s name Went down between the shifts, He took some fuel and matches down He’d long been planning this, He managed to start a coal seam fire That roared by the morning sun, And smoke poured out of that poppethead, While they raged, ‘What has he done?’ But Andrew never emerged again To pay for the thing he’d done, He’d told his sister to write a note, ‘I did it for everyone!’ His bones lie charred where his father fell, Under a hundred ton, They couldn’t put out the coal seam fire, The father lies with the son. David Lewis Paget
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
david-lewis-paget
The **** Heap
He’d never forgotten the heap of **** That sat beside the mine, It blocked the sun from his morning walk With its shadow, so sublime, It grew to hover above his home From the time that he was three, Its overpowering vastness grew Not slow, but steadily. And every time that the wind would blow Its dust would fill the air, Would saturate every cranny, even Darken his mother’s hair, The coal dust strangled their garden bed So not a thing would grow, And filled up his father’s lungs with dust Each time that he went below. The more that they mined the deeper coal The higher it grew, the heap, It spread away from the poppethead Was covering up the street, They tried to manage the monster but It grew out of control, With every truckload of **** they dumped From where they mined the coal. At night it loomed like a giant bat With its shadow on the ground, Gleaming black in the moon’s pale beam It terrorised the town, ‘I don’t like walking at night out there,’ You’d hear the women say, ‘That heap is covering Satan’s lair We need to get away.’ But nobody ever got away, At least, not with their soul, They’d sold their souls to the devil, and Were tied to the monster, coal, The men came home with their faces black And their hands all scarred and torn, For coal mining is the sort of job You are cursed with, when you’re born. And he was taken to work the mine When he’d barely turned just six, His father said, ‘Well, I think it’s time, You can leave behind your tricks,’ They showed him how he could work the fan To fill the mine with air, And there he worked twelve hours a day While he learned the word ‘Despair’. His father died when a prop collapsed And they had to leave him there, Under a hundred tons of coal But the owners didn’t care, They simply began another drive To make up the owner’s loss, Whether the miners lived or died Their lives were seen as dross. So Andrew, that was the orphan’s name Went down between the shifts, He took some fuel and matches down He’d long been planning this, He managed to start a coal seam fire That roared by the morning sun, And smoke poured out of that poppethead, While they raged, ‘What has he done?’ But Andrew never emerged again To pay for the thing he’d done, He’d told his sister to write a note, ‘I did it for everyone!’ His bones lie charred where his father fell, Under a hundred ton, They couldn’t put out the coal seam fire, The father lies with the son. David Lewis Paget
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THAT FIRST GULF WAR ON T.V. In blissful ignorance I cheered Along with the rest of the American idiots Bomb those **** Iraqi's Oh you can't mess with the USA.... Then it happens, the media focused in on a truckload of orphaned Iraqi children They were just innocent little kids You could see the trauma reflected in their shell-shocked eyes I cried with self-loathing, empathy, Stop, what are we doing... I just wanted to hug those children and make them all better This was the turning point in my world view.
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
TravelerTim
THE TURNING POINT OF MY WORLD VIEW
THAT FIRST GULF WAR ON T.V. In blissful ignorance I cheered Along with the rest of the American idiots Bomb those **** Iraqi's Oh you can't mess with the USA.... Then it happens, the media focused in on a truckload of orphaned Iraqi children They were just innocent little kids You could see the trauma reflected in their shell-shocked eyes I cried with self-loathing, empathy, Stop, what are we doing... I just wanted to hug those children and make them all better This was the turning point in my world view.
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Being a recruiter is never easy Hours and hours of research To identify the right people Followed by a truckload of calls Every time a candidate says no It is you, who loses The client piles on the pressure Your boss keeps on nagging you Like a fly that constantly buzzes around your table While you are having lunch Your confidence collapses Like a house of cards When you pick up the phone Your hands shake Your face is filled with drops of sweat Your heart beats faster than ever You hastily key in ten digits As you click on 'Dial' You wait with bated breath Counting from one to twenty As your call is received You mumble and stammer The other person snaps "Wrong number" And bangs the phone You smack yourself on the forehead How could you make such a silly mistake? As you dial the right number You summon every last ounce of your courage As the candidate answers In a bored and haughty voice You introduce yourself in a suave manner As you take him through the job Your smooth talk is interrupted With a rude "Not interested. Thank you" This opens the floodgates For more and more rejections Until you are left, with nothing to do But to pick up the pieces of your broken heart Being a recruiter is never easy
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
Ashwinkumar1989
Being a recruiter is never easy
Being a recruiter is never easy Hours and hours of research To identify the right people Followed by a truckload of calls Every time a candidate says no It is you, who loses The client piles on the pressure Your boss keeps on nagging you Like a fly that constantly buzzes around your table While you are having lunch Your confidence collapses Like a house of cards When you pick up the phone Your hands shake Your face is filled with drops of sweat Your heart beats faster than ever You hastily key in ten digits As you click on 'Dial' You wait with bated breath Counting from one to twenty As your call is received You mumble and stammer The other person snaps "Wrong number" And bangs the phone You smack yourself on the forehead How could you make such a silly mistake? As you dial the right number You summon every last ounce of your courage As the candidate answers In a bored and haughty voice You introduce yourself in a suave manner As you take him through the job Your smooth talk is interrupted With a rude "Not interested. Thank you" This opens the floodgates For more and more rejections Until you are left, with nothing to do But to pick up the pieces of your broken heart Being a recruiter is never easy
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*I think we ruin children by telling them Crying is bad When crying is being vulnerable An expression of pain so natural So they grow up to be ashamed of emotions I think we ruin children by telling them They have to become someone When being themselves is already being someone So they grow up wanting to be someone they are not I think we ruin children by telling them Disobeying the rules is inexcusable When sometimes breaking the rules, Is freeing one’s self from the expectations of others So they grow up to feel insecure in the face of uncertainty I think we ruin children by telling them Monsters are supernatural creatures When monsters can also take form in humans Who exploit, manipulate and trample on others So they grow up unable to confront even their own monsters For how could something so unimaginable take form in themselves? I think we ruin children by telling them Punishment is discipline Spanking, verbal fear to shut them up good and easy When there is a thing called gentle discipline One that requires less pain and more understanding So they grow up to become aggressors Believing they are heroes who save others from disorder I think we ruin children by telling them School is the best way to getting around life Drowning in grades, homeworks and activities just to get by When experience teaches far more important lessons School can only teach in words So they grow up to believing the good life is a tried And tested pattern and there are no other ways to live I think we ruin children by telling them To avoid fears instead of confronting them When the dark, cockroaches, dogs, can be overcome So they treat fear as an enemy Instead of being a friend, a lesson One that teaches them to be braver, to be stronger I think we ruin children by telling them What you wear is what you are Frills and laces for girls, ties and pants for boys When anyone can wear just what the **** they want Clothing is a choice in as much as who they want to be So they grow up confined by what the crowd is wearing Fearing any diversion would make them odd I think we ruin children By making them believe that success Comes in fancy clothes, cars, a truckload of money When happiness is the real mark of a well lived life I think we ruin children By telling them being alone is a shameful thing When the key to understanding one’s self Is through the painful yet productive solitude That people so likely shame So they grow up believing their happiness Is in other people’s hands I think we ruin children By telling them outer strength is the real strength When there are children who Cannot lift their own chairs But have the strongest, bravest hearts Fighting their way into sad days Like the heroes that they are I think we ruin children mostly and importantly By believing That they are wrong That they are too young to understand When all the while We could have been wrong Age makes us not wiser Just older And so children lose their capacity to see things brightly And the biggest chunk of the world’s dreamers are then silenced By adults who never really believed in the magic of the world As much as the kids do So how do we ruin children, really? By telling them being themselves Is the least they could ever want By telling children That being who they are will never be right *
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
lovelychickenbones
How We Ruin Children
*I think we ruin children by telling them Crying is bad When crying is being vulnerable An expression of pain so natural So they grow up to be ashamed of emotions I think we ruin children by telling them They have to become someone When being themselves is already being someone So they grow up wanting to be someone they are not I think we ruin children by telling them Disobeying the rules is inexcusable When sometimes breaking the rules, Is freeing one’s self from the expectations of others So they grow up to feel insecure in the face of uncertainty I think we ruin children by telling them Monsters are supernatural creatures When monsters can also take form in humans Who exploit, manipulate and trample on others So they grow up unable to confront even their own monsters For how could something so unimaginable take form in themselves? I think we ruin children by telling them Punishment is discipline Spanking, verbal fear to shut them up good and easy When there is a thing called gentle discipline One that requires less pain and more understanding So they grow up to become aggressors Believing they are heroes who save others from disorder I think we ruin children by telling them School is the best way to getting around life Drowning in grades, homeworks and activities just to get by When experience teaches far more important lessons School can only teach in words So they grow up to believing the good life is a tried And tested pattern and there are no other ways to live I think we ruin children by telling them To avoid fears instead of confronting them When the dark, cockroaches, dogs, can be overcome So they treat fear as an enemy Instead of being a friend, a lesson One that teaches them to be braver, to be stronger I think we ruin children by telling them What you wear is what you are Frills and laces for girls, ties and pants for boys When anyone can wear just what the **** they want Clothing is a choice in as much as who they want to be So they grow up confined by what the crowd is wearing Fearing any diversion would make them odd I think we ruin children By making them believe that success Comes in fancy clothes, cars, a truckload of money When happiness is the real mark of a well lived life I think we ruin children By telling them being alone is a shameful thing When the key to understanding one’s self Is through the painful yet productive solitude That people so likely shame So they grow up believing their happiness Is in other people’s hands I think we ruin children By telling them outer strength is the real strength When there are children who Cannot lift their own chairs But have the strongest, bravest hearts Fighting their way into sad days Like the heroes that they are I think we ruin children mostly and importantly By believing That they are wrong That they are too young to understand When all the while We could have been wrong Age makes us not wiser Just older And so children lose their capacity to see things brightly And the biggest chunk of the world’s dreamers are then silenced By adults who never really believed in the magic of the world As much as the kids do So how do we ruin children, really? By telling them being themselves Is the least they could ever want By telling children That being who they are will never be right *
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looking good in my leisure suit like i should be sipping martini's in some classy bar like i should be flyin first class looking like i got the cash to get unstuck but a miami sun gonna melt my snowbunny **** for sure down here with some human fleas and desperado's with sweaty smiles could use a hand hell i could use a truckload of hands if ya got one to spare by the time the bill came due i was sitting on the beach barefoot and broke no idea how i got there last thing i remember was some sweet honey and her warm hands on my wallet burning the candle at all three ends now running low on escape plans could pay you in sand got a bucket full this is one sad tale never thought would happen to a stlyin' prince like me never saw this comin when i laid down with the lions never know where your day gonna take ya sold my guitar never could play the **** thing anyway keep slipping outa tune like the rest of my life sold my fine china set my pretty bride hopped a greyhound headed back to the frozen wastelands thats ok...the cold suits her ice cube heart sold my chess set cause i got played like a pawn enough for one day look at me now standing here in the tattered remains and it shouldn't be a surprise i feel liberated feel like dancing and raising hell aint got me weighing me down who the hell wears leisure suits anyway sometimes you gotta fall all the way down the rabbit hole to find the only thing your hiding from is yourself here...have a bucket of sand and a pair of flip flops... you'll get used to getting slowly fried in the tropical sun and mosquito's the size of a bus good for the soul is what she tells me good for the soul
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
mark-john-junor-1
a stlyin' prince like me
looking good in my leisure suit like i should be sipping martini's in some classy bar like i should be flyin first class looking like i got the cash to get unstuck but a miami sun gonna melt my snowbunny **** for sure down here with some human fleas and desperado's with sweaty smiles could use a hand hell i could use a truckload of hands if ya got one to spare by the time the bill came due i was sitting on the beach barefoot and broke no idea how i got there last thing i remember was some sweet honey and her warm hands on my wallet burning the candle at all three ends now running low on escape plans could pay you in sand got a bucket full this is one sad tale never thought would happen to a stlyin' prince like me never saw this comin when i laid down with the lions never know where your day gonna take ya sold my guitar never could play the **** thing anyway keep slipping outa tune like the rest of my life sold my fine china set my pretty bride hopped a greyhound headed back to the frozen wastelands thats ok...the cold suits her ice cube heart sold my chess set cause i got played like a pawn enough for one day look at me now standing here in the tattered remains and it shouldn't be a surprise i feel liberated feel like dancing and raising hell aint got me weighing me down who the hell wears leisure suits anyway sometimes you gotta fall all the way down the rabbit hole to find the only thing your hiding from is yourself here...have a bucket of sand and a pair of flip flops... you'll get used to getting slowly fried in the tropical sun and mosquito's the size of a bus good for the soul is what she tells me good for the soul
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I love you, dear brother And for you, will I always be there Always, have we been close Right from our school days Playing a lot of street cricket Having loads of entertainment In the form of masala movies Listening to AR Rahman classics Debating on Harry Potter-related topics Playing carrom and chess The list used to be endless! I love you, dear brother So much fun, have we had together As children, teenagers, adults Indeed, have we had many a memorable moment Playing cricket inside the house And creating a fair amount of chaos Racking up highly unrealistic totals in book cricket Going up to the terrace in the evening And in the process, watching bats A fair amount of travelling Especially when it came to trains Playing the game "20 Questions" In regards to both cricket and Harry Potter Going on talking and talking till the wee hours On a variety of topics Seriously, were those days epic!! I love you, dear brother For me, have you always been there Advising me from time to time Always managing to stay calm Whenever have I gone on ranting and ranting Taking time out for me while working Being a shoulder to cry on Checking on me often Bringing out the best in me Not to mention, I'm sure you will agree It was thanks to you That I became such an ardent fan of Harris Jayaraj!! I love you, dear brother You are going to have an exciting future So happy am I, for you Now, is a treat due Soon, will we meet Wish you all the very best And may God bless you With a truckload of love, happiness, peace and prosperity!!
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May 29, 2024
May 29, 2024 at 8:17 AM UTC
Ashwinkumar1989
I Love You, Dear Brother
I love you, dear brother And for you, will I always be there Always, have we been close Right from our school days Playing a lot of street cricket Having loads of entertainment In the form of masala movies Listening to AR Rahman classics Debating on Harry Potter-related topics Playing carrom and chess The list used to be endless! I love you, dear brother So much fun, have we had together As children, teenagers, adults Indeed, have we had many a memorable moment Playing cricket inside the house And creating a fair amount of chaos Racking up highly unrealistic totals in book cricket Going up to the terrace in the evening And in the process, watching bats A fair amount of travelling Especially when it came to trains Playing the game "20 Questions" In regards to both cricket and Harry Potter Going on talking and talking till the wee hours On a variety of topics Seriously, were those days epic!! I love you, dear brother For me, have you always been there Advising me from time to time Always managing to stay calm Whenever have I gone on ranting and ranting Taking time out for me while working Being a shoulder to cry on Checking on me often Bringing out the best in me Not to mention, I'm sure you will agree It was thanks to you That I became such an ardent fan of Harris Jayaraj!! I love you, dear brother You are going to have an exciting future So happy am I, for you Now, is a treat due Soon, will we meet Wish you all the very best And may God bless you With a truckload of love, happiness, peace and prosperity!!
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Why does trouble always have to come in twos and threes? As it is, I am in Recruitment Which is itself a rollercoaster life Through the peaks and troughs of Hell For all my hard work I get a few scant rewards Which are like a few drops of water In the mighty Pacific Ocean And turn out to be as ephemeral As the life of a mayfly Just as I am dealing with all this My wisdom teeth decide to crash the party in style Bringing chaos and mass destruction From all sides The dentist takes one look at my mouth And confirms my worst fears The wretched wisdom teeth have to go There is no escaping it Moreover, it has to be a surgical extraction Why does trouble always have to come in twos and threes? On the D-Day My head is spinning madly My brain is on overdrive And I find concentrating on work more difficult Than even predicting the stock market However, to my pleasant surprise The surgeon is so calm and reassuring And the process is so smooth That is, apart from the pain induced by the anesthetic injection That I get a feeling as if all my troubles have ended However, I could not have been more wrong After a few hours The effects of the painkiller begin to wear off Slowly, but surely Eating food feels more awkward Than a conversation between a boy and a girl Who have just broken up And to cap it all Talking isn't exactly pain-free either I might've enjoyed a bit of rest today But come tomorrow, I need to get back to work Which involves a truckload of calls And as per the dentist I shouldn't talk too much However, as far as Recruitment is concerned There is no such thing as "too much" Why does trouble always have to come in twos and threes?
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Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 12:51 PM UTC
Ashwinkumar1989
Why Does Trouble Always Have To Come In Twos And Threes?
Why does trouble always have to come in twos and threes? As it is, I am in Recruitment Which is itself a rollercoaster life Through the peaks and troughs of Hell For all my hard work I get a few scant rewards Which are like a few drops of water In the mighty Pacific Ocean And turn out to be as ephemeral As the life of a mayfly Just as I am dealing with all this My wisdom teeth decide to crash the party in style Bringing chaos and mass destruction From all sides The dentist takes one look at my mouth And confirms my worst fears The wretched wisdom teeth have to go There is no escaping it Moreover, it has to be a surgical extraction Why does trouble always have to come in twos and threes? On the D-Day My head is spinning madly My brain is on overdrive And I find concentrating on work more difficult Than even predicting the stock market However, to my pleasant surprise The surgeon is so calm and reassuring And the process is so smooth That is, apart from the pain induced by the anesthetic injection That I get a feeling as if all my troubles have ended However, I could not have been more wrong After a few hours The effects of the painkiller begin to wear off Slowly, but surely Eating food feels more awkward Than a conversation between a boy and a girl Who have just broken up And to cap it all Talking isn't exactly pain-free either I might've enjoyed a bit of rest today But come tomorrow, I need to get back to work Which involves a truckload of calls And as per the dentist I shouldn't talk too much However, as far as Recruitment is concerned There is no such thing as "too much" Why does trouble always have to come in twos and threes?
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To pull away and fall apart, like a cardboard box on a kite string. In a meadow full of wild daisies, with a truckload of duck feathers tucked inside a couple of chicken-wire cages; leaking. To lie awake while dreaming of escaping. To sweat out every fear. Crawling through the little door in the painting just to fall asleep again.
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
JDK
Aster
To pull away and fall apart, like a cardboard box on a kite string. In a meadow full of wild daisies, with a truckload of duck feathers tucked inside a couple of chicken-wire cages; leaking. To lie awake while dreaming of escaping. To sweat out every fear. Crawling through the little door in the painting just to fall asleep again.
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Have you ever had a secret? One you swore would destroy you A secret that was deadly… The ones that you kept it from Would surely banish you forever… If they ever knew the truth… Have you ever felt your soul crack? From the lies you’ve told You wish you had a truckload of super foam just To put out fires from the bridges you have burned… Have you ever felt the loneliness? Inside a crowded room Wondered why you were crying While all the others still smiled… When the darkness takes over Never does it matter where you are A beautiful day becomes very bleak The clouds they never part… Have you ever wondered? If your smile was gone forever Will you always feel the ache Of betraying your own heart… You can never tell him He must never know Have you wonder if you will Ever feel the smile again upon your face… Have you ever wondered if you have to tell Is it true in effort to fix your busted heart Must you expose your soul And break his apart Just so you can lift the darkness And mend the broken cracks… I say its better Just to keep it Shhhhhhh!!!
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Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 8:53 AM UTC
kim-love-1
Shhhhhh...... Have You Ever?
Have you ever had a secret? One you swore would destroy you A secret that was deadly… The ones that you kept it from Would surely banish you forever… If they ever knew the truth… Have you ever felt your soul crack? From the lies you’ve told You wish you had a truckload of super foam just To put out fires from the bridges you have burned… Have you ever felt the loneliness? Inside a crowded room Wondered why you were crying While all the others still smiled… When the darkness takes over Never does it matter where you are A beautiful day becomes very bleak The clouds they never part… Have you ever wondered? If your smile was gone forever Will you always feel the ache Of betraying your own heart… You can never tell him He must never know Have you wonder if you will Ever feel the smile again upon your face… Have you ever wondered if you have to tell Is it true in effort to fix your busted heart Must you expose your soul And break his apart Just so you can lift the darkness And mend the broken cracks… I say its better Just to keep it Shhhhhhh!!!
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After working hard for hours and hours Days and days Weeks and weeks And months and months One would have thought That I deserved a break Of course, a short one But a break nevertheless However, I was in for a rude shock Instead of being given a break I was assigned to a new project And a huge one at that Involving oodles of intense research Followed by a truckload of calls In order to extract critical information From a bunch of highly reticent people And finally Drawing an extremely complicated chart Yes, I'd done all this before But that was nearly a year ago And going through the same process, all over again Was always going to be a herculean task But hey, I was not going to give up that easily That too right at the beginning of the project So, I sat to work in right earnest However, after a few hours of hard research My head was spinning And my eyes were burning Thus, it was a relief to leave the office However, there was still the small matter Of commuting back to my home By the dreaded Mumbai locals I was squeezed so thoroughly That, by the time I finally managed to reach home All I wanted, was to crash on my bed And sleep; for a long, long time But hey, I decided to write this poem instead In order to record my thoughts And more importantly, provide an outlet For all those bottled up feelings So that, by the time the next day arrived I would wake up with my batteries recharged overnight Ready to tackle the monumental task in front of me After all, as the oft-repeated cliche goes It is better to try and fail Than not try at all
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Feb 13, 2023
Feb 13, 2023 at 11:57 AM UTC
Ashwinkumar1989
My Thoughts On Beginning A New Research Project
After working hard for hours and hours Days and days Weeks and weeks And months and months One would have thought That I deserved a break Of course, a short one But a break nevertheless However, I was in for a rude shock Instead of being given a break I was assigned to a new project And a huge one at that Involving oodles of intense research Followed by a truckload of calls In order to extract critical information From a bunch of highly reticent people And finally Drawing an extremely complicated chart Yes, I'd done all this before But that was nearly a year ago And going through the same process, all over again Was always going to be a herculean task But hey, I was not going to give up that easily That too right at the beginning of the project So, I sat to work in right earnest However, after a few hours of hard research My head was spinning And my eyes were burning Thus, it was a relief to leave the office However, there was still the small matter Of commuting back to my home By the dreaded Mumbai locals I was squeezed so thoroughly That, by the time I finally managed to reach home All I wanted, was to crash on my bed And sleep; for a long, long time But hey, I decided to write this poem instead In order to record my thoughts And more importantly, provide an outlet For all those bottled up feelings So that, by the time the next day arrived I would wake up with my batteries recharged overnight Ready to tackle the monumental task in front of me After all, as the oft-repeated cliche goes It is better to try and fail Than not try at all
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Rori counted all the boxes lying just down below the stairs She counted with her young, thin fingers, that seemingly could break from the slightest weight But as you could tell from all the oranges sitting safe inside those boxes of projected ghostly leaves and branches They weren't going anywhere And Rori wiped some sweat from her forehead Her crucifix danced with her movements She reached into a sea of bottled water and helped herself to some The queen upon a throne of wheat bread and powdered milk Crackers and the usual canned goods As a line of people formed before her, there was no more time to **** Just near the truckload of backpacks of all colors of the rainbow Rori knew, without a doubt, that this was gonna be the year She'd go out searching in the mountains, through every crevice for the light snow that fell upon this city In December of 2007 she was 8 years old that day But Rori knew, without a doubt, that this was gonna be the year That it would be back to stay
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
ollywolly
Rori
Rori counted all the boxes lying just down below the stairs She counted with her young, thin fingers, that seemingly could break from the slightest weight But as you could tell from all the oranges sitting safe inside those boxes of projected ghostly leaves and branches They weren't going anywhere And Rori wiped some sweat from her forehead Her crucifix danced with her movements She reached into a sea of bottled water and helped herself to some The queen upon a throne of wheat bread and powdered milk Crackers and the usual canned goods As a line of people formed before her, there was no more time to **** Just near the truckload of backpacks of all colors of the rainbow Rori knew, without a doubt, that this was gonna be the year She'd go out searching in the mountains, through every crevice for the light snow that fell upon this city In December of 2007 she was 8 years old that day But Rori knew, without a doubt, that this was gonna be the year That it would be back to stay
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As we all know Life is full of ups and downs However, a lot of people advise you To see the positive side of everything that happens Well, it's not exactly an impossible task But easier said than done For instance, if you've lost someone close to you You'd be hard-placed to find any positives in that After all, once someone is gone S/he is gone forever And all that remains of him/her Is the memories that you carry with you Of course, you do need to move on And you become stronger in the process But that's still nothing Compared to the grief you've gone through And the pains you've taken In order to overcome that grief And get your life back into top gear Anyway, let's take a less extreme example Imagine you are in Recruitment And handling an extremely difficult requirement Where finding the right people Is even more difficult Than booking a tatkal ticket through IRCTC You do your very best Search frantically in various portals Talk to a truckload of people Face rejection after rejection But refuse to give up And keep on searching As well as talking Till you somehow manage to find a couple of relevant candidates Who are genuinely interested However, your client rejects them And thus you are back to square one Well, there is a positive side in all this You've now got more clarity on what the client wants Or rather, doesn't want But look at what it has cost you All those hours you've spent Are not going to come back And on top of it The requirement has become even more difficult So, all those people who advise you To see the positive side of everything that happens Need to understand, once and for all That it may be easy for them to say such things But actually following their own advice Is a different matter altogether
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Apr 6, 2023
Apr 6, 2023 at 2:23 AM UTC
Ashwinkumar1989
The Positive Side Of Everything That Happens
As we all know Life is full of ups and downs However, a lot of people advise you To see the positive side of everything that happens Well, it's not exactly an impossible task But easier said than done For instance, if you've lost someone close to you You'd be hard-placed to find any positives in that After all, once someone is gone S/he is gone forever And all that remains of him/her Is the memories that you carry with you Of course, you do need to move on And you become stronger in the process But that's still nothing Compared to the grief you've gone through And the pains you've taken In order to overcome that grief And get your life back into top gear Anyway, let's take a less extreme example Imagine you are in Recruitment And handling an extremely difficult requirement Where finding the right people Is even more difficult Than booking a tatkal ticket through IRCTC You do your very best Search frantically in various portals Talk to a truckload of people Face rejection after rejection But refuse to give up And keep on searching As well as talking Till you somehow manage to find a couple of relevant candidates Who are genuinely interested However, your client rejects them And thus you are back to square one Well, there is a positive side in all this You've now got more clarity on what the client wants Or rather, doesn't want But look at what it has cost you All those hours you've spent Are not going to come back And on top of it The requirement has become even more difficult So, all those people who advise you To see the positive side of everything that happens Need to understand, once and for all That it may be easy for them to say such things But actually following their own advice Is a different matter altogether
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The truckload that sails within our shoulders, Overweighs our struggling edges We walk to find the pace, countless sighs along the way, But we will get there
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Jun 7, 2022
Jun 7, 2022 at 5:57 AM UTC
hope-17
WE WILL GET THERE
The truckload that sails within our shoulders, Overweighs our struggling edges We walk to find the pace, countless sighs along the way, But we will get there
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I slow dance with Circumstance She looks on me with even calm, Sickly disdain and pure love, puncturing the moment I listen to love songs, And my lover is Time. I wish I was The Weeknd slow dancing with A fine woman I wish Pete Wentz would just come our of the woods and save my *** Buy me a truckload of music equipment And everything I need I have piles of these desperate wishes saved up in my soul Because I feel too brilliant to be down this far I feel mixed up in my circumstance So I tell her I love her Tell her I mean well But I figure I'm just as ambivalent as she I listen to love songs And my lover is Time I want to be looked on fondly by the future I want to be remembered But there are so many other people.
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
SometimesStar
Love Songs
I slow dance with Circumstance She looks on me with even calm, Sickly disdain and pure love, puncturing the moment I listen to love songs, And my lover is Time. I wish I was The Weeknd slow dancing with A fine woman I wish Pete Wentz would just come our of the woods and save my *** Buy me a truckload of music equipment And everything I need I have piles of these desperate wishes saved up in my soul Because I feel too brilliant to be down this far I feel mixed up in my circumstance So I tell her I love her Tell her I mean well But I figure I'm just as ambivalent as she I listen to love songs And my lover is Time I want to be looked on fondly by the future I want to be remembered But there are so many other people.
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Hiring For Investment Banking roles Is like wading through a swamp At first, it may appear as easy As winning the French Open is, for Rafael Nadal Since there is a decent pool of candidates Waiting to be tapped into However, as the old cliche goes Appearances are deceptive There are numerous pits In the form of various factors That influence the interest levels Of each and every candidate Such as, the job location The salary The bonus payout The appraisal cycle The scope of the role The reporting manager The brand And most importantly, the work culture It requires a truckload of skills As well as a fat lot of luck To maneuver your way through the swamp And successfully avoid these pits Which lurk in the shadows Waiting to catch you unawares One slip-up, and you may lose a candidate Every time that happens You'll find yourself sinking into the mud Slowly, but surely The harder you try to escape The deeper you end up sinking By the time you find that "perfect candidate" Your face is all that will remain above the surface And the only thing that can save you Is the client uttering the magic words "This position is now on hold"
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Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 12:38 PM UTC
Ashwinkumar1989
The Swamp Of Investment Banking Recruitment
Hiring For Investment Banking roles Is like wading through a swamp At first, it may appear as easy As winning the French Open is, for Rafael Nadal Since there is a decent pool of candidates Waiting to be tapped into However, as the old cliche goes Appearances are deceptive There are numerous pits In the form of various factors That influence the interest levels Of each and every candidate Such as, the job location The salary The bonus payout The appraisal cycle The scope of the role The reporting manager The brand And most importantly, the work culture It requires a truckload of skills As well as a fat lot of luck To maneuver your way through the swamp And successfully avoid these pits Which lurk in the shadows Waiting to catch you unawares One slip-up, and you may lose a candidate Every time that happens You'll find yourself sinking into the mud Slowly, but surely The harder you try to escape The deeper you end up sinking By the time you find that "perfect candidate" Your face is all that will remain above the surface And the only thing that can save you Is the client uttering the magic words "This position is now on hold"
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O How sad this beautiful country is becoming now. O how my heart is breaking over this country now. The leaders are destroying this here beautiful land. The poor and middle class are in great distress here. As some of the wealthy has raise up to destroy her. My heart is crying truckload of tears for this land. That I love so dearly, raise up your people in prayers. So that the Warriors like me as well as others here. Shall open your hands to save this country once more. Defending this great land as only you can do it.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
eddiestarrpoetry
O Saving One
O How sad this beautiful country is becoming now. O how my heart is breaking over this country now. The leaders are destroying this here beautiful land. The poor and middle class are in great distress here. As some of the wealthy has raise up to destroy her. My heart is crying truckload of tears for this land. That I love so dearly, raise up your people in prayers. So that the Warriors like me as well as others here. Shall open your hands to save this country once more. Defending this great land as only you can do it.
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A very close friend, have you become Somehow, do you always manage to beam Irrespective of the situation Whenever I experience tension It is you, who ensures calm Thanks to you, a better person have I become! A very close friend, have you become Twice, have I been to your home Never, have I not been treated like a family member Your children, I really adore You yourself are a wonderful wife and mother Not to mention, a colleague to die for!! A very close friend, have you become Forever, are you welcome at my home Always, have you supported me till the very end We share an unbeatable bond A very sweet and caring person, you are A truckload of difficulties, do you bear But you possess an indomitable spirit Hence, are you able to ace every single test Which life throws at you As a friend, I love you!! A very close friend, have you become I know you will forever be with me To be associated with such a lovely person Is something I consider a great fortune May you be blessed with loads of love, success, happiness and peace And may the force be with you, now and always!!
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Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 8:16 AM UTC
Ashwinkumar1989
A Very Close Friend, Have You Become
A very close friend, have you become Somehow, do you always manage to beam Irrespective of the situation Whenever I experience tension It is you, who ensures calm Thanks to you, a better person have I become! A very close friend, have you become Twice, have I been to your home Never, have I not been treated like a family member Your children, I really adore You yourself are a wonderful wife and mother Not to mention, a colleague to die for!! A very close friend, have you become Forever, are you welcome at my home Always, have you supported me till the very end We share an unbeatable bond A very sweet and caring person, you are A truckload of difficulties, do you bear But you possess an indomitable spirit Hence, are you able to ace every single test Which life throws at you As a friend, I love you!! A very close friend, have you become I know you will forever be with me To be associated with such a lovely person Is something I consider a great fortune May you be blessed with loads of love, success, happiness and peace And may the force be with you, now and always!!
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A very nice friend, you are A fun-loving colleague, you were Really, did I enjoy the team lunch we had at Zaffran Though the food was a bit of a pain Always, did working with you make my day Because, you helped me keep stress at bay! A very nice friend, you are And a **** cool wife and mother Almost all poems of mine, do you appreciate All my rants, do you put up with As far as patience goes, hard are you to beat Some day, would I love to give you a treat!! A very nice friend, you are For your family, greatly do you care So sweet and charming, are your kids Managing family and work at the same time, is very hard However, easy, do you manage to make it look Never, do you pass the buck!! A very nice friend, you are Always, does speaking with you make me feel better Hope we catch up soon To meet you again, am I quite keen Till then, take care and keep the smile on your lovely face And may Jesus bless you with a truckload of love, happiness and peace!!
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Jun 19, 2024
Jun 19, 2024 at 5:13 AM UTC
Ashwinkumar1989
A Very Nice Friend, You Are
A very nice friend, you are A fun-loving colleague, you were Really, did I enjoy the team lunch we had at Zaffran Though the food was a bit of a pain Always, did working with you make my day Because, you helped me keep stress at bay! A very nice friend, you are And a **** cool wife and mother Almost all poems of mine, do you appreciate All my rants, do you put up with As far as patience goes, hard are you to beat Some day, would I love to give you a treat!! A very nice friend, you are For your family, greatly do you care So sweet and charming, are your kids Managing family and work at the same time, is very hard However, easy, do you manage to make it look Never, do you pass the buck!! A very nice friend, you are Always, does speaking with you make me feel better Hope we catch up soon To meet you again, am I quite keen Till then, take care and keep the smile on your lovely face And may Jesus bless you with a truckload of love, happiness and peace!!
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Feeling Feelings. Ain’t they a funny thing? Wondering, feeling, thinking, sinking. Why? Oh why? Oh, I see you are wrong. Oh yes that’s right, like the words of a song, Of hope and joy; what a wonderful world. Reality ***** when a boy meets a girl. Who will be first to give up on love? Who will be first to unlearn how to trust? God only knows! Good heavens above! Humans know Earth; we know it’s no good. Death and despair, we have it by the truckload. Come get it for free; everything must go! We’ve already sold love, trust, deception and honesty; Everything is just a word. There is no such thing, as a true honest feeling. (C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
aa-harvey
Feeling
Feeling Feelings. Ain’t they a funny thing? Wondering, feeling, thinking, sinking. Why? Oh why? Oh, I see you are wrong. Oh yes that’s right, like the words of a song, Of hope and joy; what a wonderful world. Reality ***** when a boy meets a girl. Who will be first to give up on love? Who will be first to unlearn how to trust? God only knows! Good heavens above! Humans know Earth; we know it’s no good. Death and despair, we have it by the truckload. Come get it for free; everything must go! We’ve already sold love, trust, deception and honesty; Everything is just a word. There is no such thing, as a true honest feeling. (C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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I FREAKING LOVE POETRY. i don't care that the boys snicker about me behind my back because i was writing verses on the top of my math binder. i don't care that my friends call me overdramatic for it, don't care that everyone forgets to support my endeavors until it concerns them don't care don't care don't care 2. LOVING YOURSELF DOES NOT MAKE YOU SELFISH. my love, it's necessary. it's okay to look in the mirror and think you're pretty. it's okay to put on makeup because you like the way it looks, or wear nothing on your face at all. it's okay to wear a dress because you know it's your crush's favorite color, but it's also okay to dress up for yourself. wear what you want, do what you want. **** **** up. 3. SHOOT YOUR SHOT 2018. go for it. go for him, go for her. take a risk. the worst thing they can say is no! and if they say no, you get the next best thing... closure and the ability to move on! release your fears like a truckload of bricks and let yourself learn to love. 4. YOU ARE TRYING YOUR BEST. YOU, YES YOU. life is freaking hard. it will kick your *** but the question you need to ask yourself is will you get back up? there are dark days. i won't deny it, there are days when the rain won't stop pouring and you'll be drowning in it. but then, one day, the rain will cease and the sun will shine again. it may seem like a stretch, but one day.... i promise. 5. EVERYONE, LET ME LIVE MY LIFE. if i want to be a writer, let me. an engineer? that, too. take the classes i want? yep. hang out with the people i want to be surrounded with? definitely. don't judge my choices and compare them to your own, there's a reason i made that decision and not you. mind your own business, if it concerns you, i will consult you.
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
alexa_berry
things i wish i could shout
I FREAKING LOVE POETRY. i don't care that the boys snicker about me behind my back because i was writing verses on the top of my math binder. i don't care that my friends call me overdramatic for it, don't care that everyone forgets to support my endeavors until it concerns them don't care don't care don't care 2. LOVING YOURSELF DOES NOT MAKE YOU SELFISH. my love, it's necessary. it's okay to look in the mirror and think you're pretty. it's okay to put on makeup because you like the way it looks, or wear nothing on your face at all. it's okay to wear a dress because you know it's your crush's favorite color, but it's also okay to dress up for yourself. wear what you want, do what you want. **** **** up. 3. SHOOT YOUR SHOT 2018. go for it. go for him, go for her. take a risk. the worst thing they can say is no! and if they say no, you get the next best thing... closure and the ability to move on! release your fears like a truckload of bricks and let yourself learn to love. 4. YOU ARE TRYING YOUR BEST. YOU, YES YOU. life is freaking hard. it will kick your *** but the question you need to ask yourself is will you get back up? there are dark days. i won't deny it, there are days when the rain won't stop pouring and you'll be drowning in it. but then, one day, the rain will cease and the sun will shine again. it may seem like a stretch, but one day.... i promise. 5. EVERYONE, LET ME LIVE MY LIFE. if i want to be a writer, let me. an engineer? that, too. take the classes i want? yep. hang out with the people i want to be surrounded with? definitely. don't judge my choices and compare them to your own, there's a reason i made that decision and not you. mind your own business, if it concerns you, i will consult you.
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