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The Only Way

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I see a smily face inside the rainy day 
It swallow and follow the only path i see 
A big and fluffy hair  with dot aroud his fair . Its only a bubbly face inside the cloudy day 
A danger or pringles  . An action of an act  supporting only Free 
The only way to see
 Bringing the death to live  reread what have been died .
Some times its horrible and some times its deep 
They thought its only one  ,forget what have been fought 
A pen with sharp nails could not write for hundred years .
With colors and glass  and empty smoke
The pen had turned to pencil  but human never tried to be humble or humcil or any word ;..never exist to prove that we are one 
Cant change cant hold any future for the past 
The only way to pass is following your path .All Rights Reserved

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Dammit " I yelled . Why can't this damn employees watch where they are going. " I'm so so sorry , I didn't see you." The person replied with panicking voice . She tried to wipe the coffee with her hands but , was making it worse. Argh ! badly wanted to see who has a beautiful voice but I didn't bother because I was way beyond fustrated to the point I would to strangle this person. " Next time watch where you are going you slut !". I yelled at that person. I need to go and change now. "Look you asshole , I didn't see you okay. And dont yell at me you motherfucker. Its Your fault that the coffee spilled out. You don't even know me yet you called me a slut. Go fuck your pussy man and learn to respect others nxn". She replied. . I looked up to see who dared to insult me like that , i saw beautiful girl.My blood was boiling . They fucking called me an asshole. Before I could observe, she stormmed off angrily. I sighed. Now i gotta change my shirt A bit A bit drama, but its feeling Read more. soon to be deleted.

Behind every mean girl...there's a tragedy by Winchesters_united

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The experiment. by shrosz

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Survivor by faithsherwoood

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White Top Hats by Ashley_Bronner

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Redemption in Red by AutonomusHeart

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Bitch || T.C by emmaxo123

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Walking Into Black by Euphedra

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Human Wreckage -MCR Fanfic- by xXChemicalSkeletonXx

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