"Why are you losing your interest?
You are intelligent, creative, and student friendly."

Me - I'm overqualified for this place.

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If I could be anywhere, I’d be nowhere near,
Just a quiet spot, far from noise and fear.
Where silence speaks and time slows down,
No need to smile, no need to frown.
A bench, a breeze, an empty street,
Where I don't perform, don’t have to meet.
Let the world forget I’m there,
No masks to wear, no weight to bear.
If I could be anywhere… I'd just be.

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You listen close when I speak soft,
And never mind when I drift off.
You hold my hand, not just my waist,
And make my world a kinder place.
You text me back, you show up true,
You laugh with me when skies are blue.
You know my mood without a word,
And make me feel both seen and heard.
You love me loud, but hold me light,
And in your arms, it all feels right.

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Raindrops tap a gentle tune,
As steam curls soft in afternoon.
Two cups of tea, one cozy place,
Warmth and love in each embrace.
Outside, the world is washed and gray,
Inside, their hearts both softly sway.
Eyes that speak where words fall shy,
Tea and rain, and you and I.

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When my mom was there, the sky seemed wide,
Her gentle hands could calm the tide.
She kissed away the smallest fears,
And wiped away my falling tears.
The world was safe inside her smile,
Her love stretched on for mile and mile.
Now shadows linger where she stood,
Yet in my heart, she’s understood.
Though time has pulled her far from sight,
Her light still guides me through the night.

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My desires cry escapes on trembling lips,
A sound of wanting in the silence slips.
Held tight between restraint and wild release,
A whispered plea for sweet, forbidden peace.
It rises slow, a storm beneath the skin,
Raw and aching, where love and pain begin.
No shame in tears that burn and then set free,
My desired cry, the song inside of me.

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Between surrender and silence we lie,
Where whispered breaths and shadows softly sigh.
No need for words, just pulses intertwined,
A fragile space where hearts and fears unwind.
Fingertips trace the edge of sweet release,
A quiet chaos folded into peace.
In stillness deep, desire’s truth begins,
A world that lives between surrender and silence.

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Neck tilted, breath shared in the hush of night,
Your mouth a blaze that sets my pulse alight.
Fingers trace truths I didn’t know I hid,
Each gasp a vow my parted lips forbid.
The world dissolves where your touch dares to roam,
My skin, your map; your hands, the path to home.
No questions asked, no innocence to spare,
Just stolen breath and heat hung in the air.

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Nails on skin, a shiver down my spine,
Your breath, a promise, tasting more than mine.
Time slows to match the rhythm of our need,
A dance of want, of hunger, and of greed.
Your gaze undresses more than clothes could hide,
I open, aching, pulsing from inside.
No mercy in the way your hands command,
Just whispered heat and bodies in demand.

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Broken Soul
She walks through shadows no one cares to trace,
A haunted look carved deep into her face.
Her voice, once soft, now choked with silent screams,
She drifts through life, unraveling at the seams.
No one asks why her wrists wear long sleeves tight,
Or why she never turns on her bedroom light.
They call her quiet — never see the toll,
A broken girl with a half-buried soul.

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