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Maybe reality is not as real as one might think

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I'm not the little girl I used to be anymore..

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How can something good hurt you so bad?

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RP scene #2

With her headphones hanging on her nape, the lass is snacking on some chips she bought earlier. Currently at the park, particularly sitting on one of the benches, star gazing. A man approached and sits a few blocks away from her. "Whenever you see a shooting star, there's a saying that goes.." interrupting the latter, "..make a wish?" she said then the man sighs. "All the prayers those stars hear.. yet, their elucidative answers fall on deaf ears." he continued and paused waiting for a response. "How frustrating" She said agreeing to what the latter said. "If only wishers would just listen more closely.. It's a calling they'd hear. There are no chosen ones, no destinies.. because all are called.." pausing for a while, "..but few answers" they chorused. The lass was about to look at the man she's been listening to while staring at the night sky, was not there. She tilted her head a bit and can't help but smile.

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バタフライ効果

Butterfly effect - the phenomenon whereby a minute localized change in a complex system can have large effects elsewhere.

It's where she throw away her bitterness and fears; a demoiselle's lament.

She asked vengeance for her grievance, curses come home to roost.

But, two graves are dug for two soul cases.

Once ecstatic, and now pathetic.

Yes it is Stygian, for a crypt became her pad.

Solely, the lass pule. From torrent of howls weakened to a snivel.

She got used to it, slowly being wretched and wrecked; and so she noted infinite thoughts- the vast universe in her head.

No one cares, not a single person dares - not even a jot

She grew withdrawn for all she borne was hatred.

Waking up to the actuality, she obtrudes; 

making her way to be the happy lass she was.

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RP scene #1

With the static street lights aligned and some rusty cars awkwardly parked in the quiet street of Seoul, a demoiselle saunters the locus. Walking leisurely with her headphones in maximum volume, an odd facade of a store caught her attention, walking closer to it she realized that it was an old bookstore. She traipses her vision inside through the glass window, its hallway features a display of luminous orbs suspended at various lengths from the ceiling. It is old and dusty, you can't see it dazzling the way it used to be, yet she's truly amazed. 

Looking at its adjacent stores, she is all alone that evening. Without hesitations, she crashed into the store, luckily its door isn't locked. For the second time, she traipses around the establishment, there are a lot of good books in different genres and sizes. She wanted to stay longer but her complaining tum growled, at least there were no one else around. She took a last glance before leaving this classic place.

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//Torn Pages By: Alec Prado//

//Follow Sonreyes Poetry//

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Curiosity is my gluttony

Curiosity is my gluttony - Curiosity is my gluttony

I searched to why we broke even, yes! I pondered for a reason

why remonent, hasn’t it end, as you continuously bend

my heart already broken-already broke, to a vain reason

but hark! we were once coherent, but now no longer coherent.

I already felt my demise, like how you indulge me with lies

by the fey bitterness of chance, like light appearing with a quick glance

but faith was never kind, I knew from the start I was blind

blinded by conjuring trances, I wish the truth from circumstance

but you persist of coelacant, I truly hath no importance

Out of all the hours thinking. In my mind a thought lingering

were we really meant to be

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...but those pretty eyes hold the deepest secrets and cry the most tears.

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You’ve summoned me. My name is Enma Ai. *She gives a straw doll to the person seeking revenge* Take this. If you truly wish revenge, just untie the scarlet thread from his neck. Pulling the thread binds you into a covenant with me. I will ferry the soul of your tormentor straight into the depths of Hell....however, once vengeance has been served, you will have to deliver your end of the bargain. There always has to be a price. When you die, your soul will also belong to Hell. You will never know the joys of Heaven; you will be left to wander through a world made of pain and agony for all of eternity.

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dreams

When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a doctor. Because of the cliche thing that I want to save lives and such but when I saw a chicken being slaughtered by my grandfather, I realized that I can’t handle seeing blood that much so I gave up being a doctor. So I told my mom that I just want to be a pastry chef someday. Someone like Jeffrey Adam Goldman popularly known as Duff Goldman. Since my father’s hobby is to cook, I learned some recipes already. But my dream to be a pastry chef was easily debunked by my own mom

when she told me that I am just wasting my time to dream something like that since bakers don’t take board exams, and there’s no assurance that a baking business would be successful unless you are really really good. And so, it keep going on with my teenage life without a dream. Then my mom told me that I should be a dentist because that is what she wants me to be. So I brainwashed myself that I wanted to be something who I am not, because I am scared that if I dreamed on my own it will get easily thrown away out of the window, and be called useless dreams again.