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“fuck you, my child is fine-”

Ma'am, your child is a writer

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girls will casually tell you the most traumatic backstory known to man and finish it off with "it's whatever though i don't really care"

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very horny for soft affection and care 

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Who got you smiling like that ? Ink on paper bro.

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Parts of Me Never Left That House by Mada Hayyas

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Oh, to be a muse: a poet's bleeding ink on the burning manuscripts, a painter's crazed strokes on a bloody canvas. A writer's tortured mind on the lips of an audience. To be seen yet unknown. To be known yet modeled into poetry, art, stories, books, paintings, to stare at your soul in a museum, unaware and loved.

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Kenji: Which country has the most birds?

Kenji: Portu-geese!

Nazeera: That's a language.

Kenji: Portu-gull?

Nazeera: Good recovery.

Juliette: I think you mean good re-dovery.

Aaron: TURKEY. HOW DID YOU MISS TURKEY?

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Just know if you ever read anything I write and are like, this is about a lover, its about my best friend. If you think it's about a situationship, it's about my best friend. If you think it's a outcome of lover spat, its about my best friend. If you think, this kid is head over heels in love, I'm talking about my best friend.

In all other cases, its my depression.

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