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I am here now. It took me a while, but i am here now. I could've done it earlier, but i am here now. It would've been easier doing it then, but i am here now. So no need to pretend, or defend, why not then.
What is the point of this? Spending hours upon hours pondering: what shall I write? what words shall I use? does the rhyming matter? does it have any use? Maybe it doesn't matter,
Dear Past Self, I know what you’re expecting me to say. That it’s going to get easier and don’t give up. Or maybe That this is only the bottom of the mountain And you have much further to climb.
mirror, mirror on the wall reflecting all my superficial flaws the lines you trace lack the grace you draw me with a heavy hand lopsided ways a toddler's game.
They say I’m waxing philosophic.But it’s only a car and so what if I like it shinyit’s mine and it reflects the sky, the sun, the moon,the stars and, in a way, me, connecting me to the universe
Can you believe it? Neither can I. Those girls that are called ugly,dirty, stupid Who cry Replace their breasts, inject their lips Nip, tuck their thighs? Can you believe it? Neither can I.
We tell ourselves to study history This is so that we don't repeat the past Yet the moment we have the opportunity to change We always revert to the exact same decisions that we choose before
Somebody once handed me a flyer. It read “YOU EXIST” The aftertaste of such an idea lasted long beyond the introduction Existence. A vibrating silhouette of an idea
Staring at this hourglass, of memories in the past, lightening flashes, thunder blasts, and silent raindrops clash, with what seems to be the ground, when spirits high no looking down,
I remember the stars in the night they carried my hopes and dreams I remember the stars from years ago I remember the stars of tonight But even more, the stars remember me.