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Ogling over an oval clock that is eight o’clock…I can help myself actually…
Being who I really wanted to be in life – I took an obsessive oath of anonymous substantial substance…
Slang words used to shatter me like thin and thick glass…shaking shrewishly and shimmering shamelessly…
Crazy catastrophe…clever crushes crushed my heart and torn it all apart…confidence caves into me and you…my darling devil of insidious ingeniousness – you’re convenient in a cardiac fashion…I have talents and gifts and I will fulfill them with or without you
Unashamed of what I’ve become – (a sarcastic rhyme alert) a numb cranium with a titanium soul of bull 
Really? I’m not offended…autistic artisticness has ambivalently engrained in my system of radioactive rage that’s on a completely different page
Embarrassed to say the least…I’m an awkward ambivert that tries to belong; but all along, all alone, but not alone with God that abides by my side, for He forgives my downfalls and He never rejects my calls…stand tall like the Jericho Wall, until it tumbled down into rubbles and ashes of abstract abyss…evaporated irksomely by the disapproval of your sighs of leave-me-alone relief or sighs of disbelief? 

Oh, coursing winds, fires, and oceans wrap their arms around me
Burst into fireworks and reinforce your pores of incompleteness in my art pieces…and don’t play hard to get and give, don’t take…obedience is more adequate than disobedience, so mind your parents and teachers…if not, then you suffer the consequences…there’s always a cause and an effect, correct? Compared to you, I’m an insignificant, diminutive, squishable bug
So trustworthy you are – I speak opposits cuz I want to and I need you to know that I’m satisfied with your painstaking shoulders next to my own…we are disconnected like 2 cellphones to the Verizon service
Totally screwed up to the extreme by your wrecked-up road of abominable abode
Illusively not lazy…but I am disillusioned by disheartening disasters…dangerous dreams damages my sci-fi, fantasy reputation 
No…I suffer like a computer that buffers…I sneeze and I’m glued to your voice of rejoice and temporary advice that withers to and fro – I learned to swim my own shore, for you figured me out like an open corridor – I know I might be a bore to your readers’ eyes…I might be an attention whore to your lows and highs – I’m a glum, gloomy grave and a hellishly happy hyena 
And…I look away…I blush today…
Crazy that time flies with the his and goodbyes…I am arriving undone and my battles are slowly, but surely won…
Yu gi oh cards found in my father’s dorm…well, that’s definitely the norm…let’s all keep cozy and warm…sharks swarm my lake of give-me-a-break…I’m on the edge and I’m cornered by wolves, for I’m a long lost sheep and an everyday, pushed-over-the-edge creep…I’ll give you the deal of a lifetime if only you’d spend some time…with me, your son that shines like a gleaming sun…I beam brightly like an iPad screen, except I’m real and I feel so unseen…Help? I’m desperate for your father-and-son love from above frankly
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