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Smirk to the left side of my face,
                                                            Smir­k to the right side of my face.
                                        Now, it's symmetrical.
                      Grin some more.
                            You thought pain breaks me, no.
                                                      You thought that would **** me, nah.
                                             It only makes me stronger.

Laughing my *** off for your assuming talent. Believe me I tried, but when I heard it, it sounded out quite hilarious.

Harder =)
Better ;)
Faster :)
Stronger • • •
They said, "money changes people"
But no, because even if I either have money or not, I still did not change.

Money when not managed right becomes evil, because you were not able to control yourself from abusing it.
I want to rip your clothes apart—exposing in front of me the one I desire to see
Bathed in golden hue sunset sky
Until the vanilla twilight, I die.

From dusk to dawn, spare me my endurance
Abstinence no more. But I want more.

I like it raw. It penetrates my skin from the inside.
[SPG]
Don't taunt me—
Or less, I might wrap you up, tie you up in your neck
Until you change color from skin tone to purple. 😏

Or burn you up until you turn into a memory or a butterfly
Or else, an urn of ashes, to scatter you into this world

Or not, I will tell the whole world about you,
Expose your ***** linens, conceal your truest of true colors
Is it in the rainbow?
Or what, could be your intentions?
Are they genuine or of pure greed alone?

Guess, which is which. Good guess, I never tell a single soul about it
But I itch to tell them, they are dying to know.

Sweet smile, crooked teeth
Ragged white skin tone, **** skims, filthy schemes
He only likes you for your money, no more, no less
If you have nothing to offer, he'll leave you behind
Left you with nothing on your life

So sad, your future mother-in-law is a witch,
Grooming you to be like her
The apple does not fall from the pear tree, honey
It fall on its own kind

I pity you! You know nothing about what cards they play
You gave it your all, why ask when it is still never enough
No matter what you do, it is never enough.
Life is not a pageantry—we need no rubrics and criteria for judging.

Life is not a race—that no trophy or plaque, medals or cash gifts ever won.

Life is meaningful.
When you show too much skin, you're labeled as flirty.

When you're conservative with your clothing, you're called uptight.

When you're loud, you're accused of over sharing.

When you're quiet and keep to yourself, you're deemed introverted.

When you wear too much makeup, you're judged as trying too hard.

When you wear less makeup, you're criticized for looking plain.

When you stand up for yourself, you're seen as disrespectful.

When you ignore others' opinions, you're branded a snob.

Do what you love. Love what you do.

A lot of people will still say anything about you regardless of what you do. So you do you and love yourself.
You have the waves of the sea writ on your skin—stretch marks.
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