If someone shoots me or hit me,
I can bear the pain.
If I fell down from a mountain,
I can bear the pain.
But I can't bear your pain
as I love you
than this whole universe.

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Hey, are you friends with Pinocchio?
Because you're too 'nosy'

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A Doctor a day keeps all the apples 🍎 away 😅🤤🤣🤫🤭😄😁

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How scary a person can be when they don't realise the gravity of the words they speak.

- Pinocchio.

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Retire oh Pinocchio
When would you give up the guns
The bullet you pierced through me
Your empty promises and broken turns
I didn’t see your nose growing longer
When you were my cuddle bear
The days you loved the taste of special made dishes just for you my dear
Saying you wish we met long before now
Oh selfish Pinocchio retire
Do not make another girl cling onto this body of wood
You teased me of reporting to the children born of your lies and fantasy about my craziness
Clinging onto news about my zodiac sign matching it with yours
Dear Pinocchio you are wood and I’m fire
Don’t pour fuels of lies into me
You’d get burnt

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My mere existence feel like scam.
When everything that happening,
Happened and will happen is out of my hand.
And Especially when I search for you
In this Pinocchio world.

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Some people need to know
When to talk and when not to
Poking your nose in every damn thing
Isn't your business

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Why did you think
Pinocchio's nose grow longer?
He lied.

What, if it's like;
Pinocchio wants to
push people away to live
peacefully all alone.
Therefore, he lied.
Since it's his only way to
make his nose longer
and push through.
[Mar/17/22; 23:08]

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Word after a word
out of my pink coral mouth
My nose is getting big
every time I open up
Your trust fell apart
As my lies getting deeper
You have a heart of glass
broken into pieces
You are the one
who’s a marionette
But it’s me from the beginning
a Pinocchio…..!!

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I use to fall in love with words
Preferring “i care”
Senselessly attaching myself to vocals
spilled from Pinocchio’s wooden lips
These noses never grew longer
So i bask in the glory of words
Believing that wooden hands dries tears
That wooden arms brings comfort
I use to drown in tales of attraction
Making collections of useless memories
This tears would soften that wood
I believed
Forgetting that Pinocchio never had a heart
Just lips that spilled lies
Be careful with me because I’m fire
If tears doesn’t melt wood
Fire does

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