Ana

we chose our own hell

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Finally 17🥀🥀

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wish to die

I’ve lived long enough that I wish to die.

This dying urge won't let me survive. 

There is a mellow in my bones That's rotting me to the core.

Oh, gods and devils, if you exist and if heavens and hells are there, just take me with you, with no care for the world.

Anywhere is far better than the wretchedness of this earth.

Take me with you; I’m yearning for the time.

This life has taken me apart from myself,

from the love that was left in my life

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Artist's Misery

An artist's misery, is not in his hands, and no, it's not in yours, either. It's maybe in AI that steals his work or maybe, more in one who benefits from it.

An artist's misery is hidden deep in earth, one whom he writes so passionately about, is in God, who has long forgotten his devotion.

An artist's misery is in the hands of his mother, who is slowly dying in a hospital bed, and no art doesn't pay their medical bill.

An artist's misery is in his father's eyes when his kids cry for mere food, And no art doesn't feed them with its hands.

An artist's misery is everything he didn't become and, more importantly, everything he didn't earn.

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Hunger that isn't ours will take our kids' lives.

Don't fight for it; it's not a battle to be fought.

There's still a chance to save lives.

There is no border; there is no religion worth a human life. 

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The Meal

She didnt eat, No not at all. It wasn't just her weight, something inside her talked.

said you need to cut down, till you don't breath. Baby call someone you are in need for help.

She stayed inside, now all the time, her syllabus was behind, her parents said what a lazy child.

Call! call! call! Lightning has struck, she is down, blood is in her mouth.

Oh! No! what has happened she is dead.

Now who will eat the meal her mother has left.

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how much pain can you hide till it bleeds out of you..

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The lost goes to God.

The hopeless goes to God.

The sinner goes to God,

The good ones also go to God.

but where does the one who has lost belief goes?

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"I am certain that all I have is my imagination and that might be the reason I am going mad"

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colours that burned me down

i'm white and blue, as i wait for you on the shore. i was nice and fine when i was with you on the boat i am now purple and orange as sun burns me down with its flame. i'm not fine without you.

now that i'm drowning in ocean. all i wanna see is you.

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I have yet to be the happiest cause I have yet to die

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Is justice to dead is really a justice?

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I lay low to avoid the agony.

To kill the pain beneath my thick flesh,

Pain that makes every little part of the earthly one's to resent me for a life time.

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Will living a life cinematically will make more sense?