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I have challenges in friendships because of what I expect To me cultivating a friendship is like playing a game of roulette For this person i tend to go above and beyond or go all out Not giving it time to see what the person is really about Its a challenge because they may not work as hard as...

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I went to Starbucks this morning, it makes me sick with regret, now my morals I am mourning, And I hate the drink I get. I want to be more punk, Minimalist and spikes adorning, so i ditched all my stuff, but still get Starbucks, how boring. I rant and I rave about how i hate the 1% i say lower taxes...

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In a room with four walls, where light dies like a trapped butterfly, stands a mirror, a glass doll, with silver lashes that lie beautifully, it whispers to me that I am enough, that my shadow dances, that I am not lost, with sweet words, poisoned honey, telling me I have purpose, that I'm not behind, that the world...

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In a world of illusions, where great and small liars play chess with destinies, Curtains of smoke dance on the stage of time, hiding unwritten truths, On a black canvas, they paint empty words, with brushes of dirty silver, And in deep pockets they gather shattered dreams, like stones from a silent river. Under the mask of saviors, they...

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In all the books of history written with ink of blood and dried tears, There is no war that was not hatched in the shadow of palaces of power, Governments alone, like birds of prey sharpening their claws in silence, Independent of the hearts of people, for whom war is always poison. How many generations have marched on dusty...

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Remembering the frantic little boy with strawberry blond hair who didn't say boo Nonverbal (though he could talk) most of his responses happened to be witnessed as his characteristic and courtesy enigmatic trademark shoulder shrug. If born free and clear today skilled professional diagnosticians employed within the mental health field, would probably unanimously agree he met criteria as high functioning autistic spectrum predicated upon withdrawn and introverted behavior classic...

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Forgiveness is a dilemma - Offering goodness freely where none was given, can suppress rightful anger, grief, accountability, cause and guilt. There are two sides to the rub for getting mutual relief, and getting over the hurt caused. It relievers the burden of resentment. It regains the sense of control, with peace after turmoil. It repairs trust and resets mutual understanding. But,...

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A quiet child, with gaze lost in distant horizons, Whispers numbers that float like stars on the infinite sky of night— The outer world dissolves into an unclear and distant dream, But within him, constellations illuminate like hot blood, close and near. He sings an ancient song, born from the silence of the universe, Brings to light springs hidden in...

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In a room with heavy curtains, where shadows dance on walls like forgotten memories, It's not just about touches, nor bodies pressed together or rumpled sheets, It's about how you undressed me of layers of silence and fears with your hands like a gentle wind, In the bed that seemed a secret island, you taught me to be...

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According to Google, Antifa means a coalition of anti-fascism and it's against right wing ideology. What Google doesn't mention is that members of Antifa can turn 'so-called peaceful protests' into vandalism of personal and public property. Going so far as to physically attack journalists reporting their 'anti-democracy and anti-governmental protests.' Seeking to tear down and burn our...

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Love was once a wild fire, a living flame igniting every touch with the brightness of night, We spoke in warmth, in whispered desires, with hearts beating wildly and hands tracing the fire’s path, But love is not meant to remain a flame, not a spark that burns and flickers always the same, It softens, deepens, learns to...

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I delicately savor your body with caresses, like a sculptor shaping the marble of life with tender touches, And in your pure soul, I string dreams like pearls, reflecting the hidden light of desires, When the moon hides and the stars appear, like lost fireflies on the deep and restless sky, To feel the love that binds us...

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We sit a few inches apart, with bright screens separating us through an invisible ocean, We speak in pre-packaged echoes, algorithms feeding us thoughts that are not ours at all, I send you a message, and you respond with a reaction, a digital finger, a drawn heart that disappears, We gather in crowded rooms, silent, bowing our heads...

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There must be a meeting of personalities, a synchronization of Souls, lots of the same ground for 2 people to become a couple Love doesn't mesh with the eyes but with the mind. Intelligence is the key You must have common interests, likes Nowadays even political views to avoid discrepancies making the relationship go smooth, effortless Not to say that attractiveness doesn't matter but is a part of a combination of the whole...

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Tim Roth gets shot, and what emerges? Blood. His innards act like wrecked intestines should. Those fifties-movies injuns really suck, with tactics redolent of Donald Duck! “The whiteys circle wagons, as we feared: so let’s just ride around them – get mown down!” You’d see more bloodshed watching Charlie Brown. And why does Tarzan never grow a beard? Tim Robbins plans a prison...

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