Haha I'm bACK.
Kind of. Ha.
Anyways here's some really old stuff I was supposed to post forever ago.
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“I hear the savannas are the worst places to be right now.” ,one of the orange people said.
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No one understands my sense of humour. I guess I'm just strange like that. And the rest of the time I don't talk much because I spend all the words in my head for my thoughts.
Sometimes it just feels like I'm a robot on autopilot.
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You'll always be dyed a bright red, but your reasoning stands and screams.
Your opinions make you a person
Much worthy of being.
I am however,
Much a blank slate,
A background figure with too much a neutral being.
I am blank,
You are red,
Our colors make our differences.
And I'll never understand.
But your scarlet strings are gone.
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My skin has turned to static.
They're frothing at the mouth.
Claim they're starving with a feast in front of them
And knocking it off the shelf.
You claim your sorry everytime
And say you'll try to get better,
But your triumphant stamp of egotistic pride never seems to waver.
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I can only keep floating,
This darkness never ends,
I'm stuck in the tar of something,
That feels like tugging hands.
Their voice is a burnt sugar ,
Tempting but with a crunch.
They lure me in with a siren's song,
And I somehow feel different.
Drowning.
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Stay emo, my dudes.
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