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"Boy — don’t lose yourself chasing her shadow,
She’s got better options, sharper masks to borrow.
Your grind is silent, your throne’s still bare,
But kings don’t chase — they prepare.

Girl — don’t fall for every sweet-spoken fire,
Not every ‘love’ is love, most just desire.
Your heart is rare, don’t hand it blind,
When it’s real — it won’t need to be timed."

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"It wasn’t love, just eyes colliding,
A moment dressed in perfect timing.
Skin spoke first, souls stayed quiet,
Yet we fed the spark and called it fire.

You saw a shape, not who I am,
Mistook a whisper for a lifelong plan.
Your heart raced fast, your mind stood still,
And named the ache as something real.
It’s not love when truth is blind,
It’s a mirror fogged by what you find.
Lust paints pictures, desire screams fate,
But real love... walks in late."

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"Trust is a loaded gun.
You hand it over, hoping they won’t pull the trigger.
But humans rarely miss the chance to shoot — especially when you're unarmed."

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"Betrayal never comes from enemies.
It wears the voice you trusted,
the smile you loved,
and the hands that once swore to protect you."

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"Death is not sorrow — it is the sacred exit, the final truth that frees us from a world that punishes purity and rewards masks."

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