𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘳𝘴
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘹. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴.
𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴

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Stay mild love , strong things break faster and louder

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They were phosphenes which
I mistook for our stars, those
butterflies when we eyed were
forceful and hurting, I was never
love-struck.
My monsters knew I'll lose you
when another dusk falls

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He was tormented for being
mute and quiet, was called
names and poked but all he
did was creep out other's
with his grim smile. He voiced
through silence.His sign language
was jokingly abused in class.
But he kept calm and wrote long
pages of the bad kid's
destiny ; they will have bleeding
jaws with their tongues cut off,
they will gag and cry but no one
could hear them as they turned
soundless like him. His script
was tore and discarded by them
but little did they know they
will face the fate and have a filthy death.
His dainty hands still writes demises

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Give me lavenders on a saturday noon

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Truth never buys lies
we still bargain
But what for ? Credence I guess

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Do you remember when we matched outfits and walked miles, my maroon lipstick on your neck was the perfect necklace? Awkward eye contacts after sex and cuddles right after? Late night calls and some drunk dials?How embarrasing selfies at malls added to the list?
But then one fine day you found your missing piece, the perfect one and replaced me without a further ado. Was i so inappropriate?
Maybe this question will haunt me till death. I am paranoid.

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Appreciate till you have it

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My universe was numb, so rough as if it was painted black. The way you slid in it, binding the light to my life, and your affection was to die for. My world, it's all bright now, much sharlin, soft as purple. You gave me wings but I still choose to fly with you ♡

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Prom night it was, amusing was the aura
As if magic spells ruled, from the box of pandora

Girls in gowns and guys in suits
Scene filled with all love and no disputes

Strangely the next second it was all dark
Hue and cries echoed all over the park

I heard gunshots, pain shadowed us, it was scary
Huge holes appeared, made for the deads, to bury

Howling as a fox, i woke up from my dream, panting
"Another nightmare" said a girl in gown while dancing

My school glowed, was star-like bright
Oh lord, I remembered,it started ,the real prom night !

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