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[amraqa-blog]

"I will sparkle one day I will shine like the sun is bright But until that day, I will live in the shadows of the figures before me I will fight with the masses I will not relinquish the beliefs I hold true Not for you Not for anyone I will love relentlessly and hopelessly I will do whatever I please The dusk will not condone me to a life of darkness, it will revitalize me"

0.04

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A facade, she says. A facade of what? To cover up the unconditional love you had To shade the money A facade to overlap the feelings you can’t suppress To force yourself to be someone you’re not Hiding behind the weights Attracting unforsaken attention Causing an earthquake wherever you step It’s embarrassing Useless Like you pretend to be

0.03

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For some reason, you cling to me. I would rather you leave. You force yourself upon me at all hours of the day and you have no sense of boundaries. I want to tell you that I am finished with the game being played. The story being told. I prefer to push people away, and you have made that impossible. I moved 400 miles to get away from my past, but you followed. You’re an abandoned puppy and I am involuntarily your savior. You will move on from me, I hope. When I find success in leaving, you will be crushed. Not long after, you will latch to another soul and find happiness and solace within them. I will love my life, being untouched from you or the stress of controlling your life. I will be ecstatic about the fact I have achieved separation from you. But soon, the dread will come. My eggs fermented, my soul black and vile once again. My behavior dulled by the loneliness to follow.

0.02, “Smothered more than Waffle House hash browns”

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I don’t need your “support”. I do not want it. I will not allow the idea of pity, self or any other to infiltrate my life. Independence is what I search for, but no matter how hard I try, I fail. I fail in comparison to those my age, living great lives and receiving gold bars and bonds. I've failed when I look into the eyes of my parents and realize, I with the assistance of immature, mongolodian, frat boy mentalities ruined the future worked so hard for. Ruined the reputation previously untouched in less than a month. Filtered out the positive experiences and replaced them with the stench of vodka and red wine. With its clear, indiscernible contour, I believed everything would be fine. No problem revealed, no issue thrown around in my face as the high class unicorns with half a brain torment me on the very fact that I, from the sunshine state, was the opposite of sunshine in my state.

0.01