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And now i don't feel anything at all. It feels good. It feels nice.

Lord kung hindi po sya para sakin, pakilayo na lang ho ang loob ko sa kanya. Hindi naman po sa pangunguna, pero sa tingin ko po ay hindi ito ang kailangan ko ngayon. Hindi po sya ang kailangan ko ngayon.

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Entry #9

Spare me the details I didn't see you with him that day Trace the maps of our sunkissed memories along the bay Lie down and get lost with me Don't say sorry Because your sorry makes it more real

#random #poem #lyrics #real #dont #cheat

Entry #8

You push me down and put the barrel between my eyes "I'm so sorry, I lost it. are you fine?" "Yes just a bruise" I cover my broken arm Next time I'll use the switch knife My promise for the nth time

#lyrics #poem #random #abusive relationship

Choose the best one :)

#pear #painting #watercolour #anna mason art

Entry #7

You shove me to the wall and kissed me hard "I'll make you forget that fucking bastard" you screamed my name, I should scream yours But I whispered his name with your teeth on my collar Well shit this is awkward.

#lyrics #poem #random #not you #it's him

Entry #7

They say that if love is a game, it's Russian roulette you readied the gun. "Trust me on this one" I felt relaxed and thrilled 'cause I know you put none Cold ground on my cheek and the walls start to bleed I heard you chuckle, "I put two in your gun"

#random #lyrics #poem #russian roulette #love #betrayal

Entry #6

I'm afraid to speak, you'll judge me "Are you suicidal?" Well most likely Turn the lights off and the music on Please save me I can't do this alone

#lyrics #poem #random #depression

Entry #4

You see me pass by I see you pass by I turn around you didn't

#lyrics #poem #random #unrequited

Entry #3

Smile at me like it's our first meeting Say my name like you always did But most of all caress the ring you promised to pair up with 'Cause I'm still waiting by the couch, four years and counting.

#lyrics #poem #random #engagement #soldier

Entry #2

You never wore black, pink's your favorite colour I am sarcastic, depressed and a hard-core rocker You pulled the trigger, that wasn't right I loved you, you're funny, cheeky and such a bluff now answer me with your neon highlights 'Wasn't I enough?'

#lyrics #poem #random #suicide #depression

Entry #5

I said 'I love you' You said you didn't understand I said 'I love you' half fast You said 'No, I gave you a chance to change that. You never understand'

#lyrics #poem #random #I love you

Entry #1

You're like the first drop of water after a long run But the second, third, forth never came around You just wanted to see how desperately I need you I'll grovel, beg and give you the best act But please just give me the fucking cup.

#lyrics #poem #random

talkingbearr-deactivated2023031

talking about 9/11 with white people is literally one of the most frustrating things ever because they won’t stop talking about their experiences (even if nothing happened to them personally), and when i, a middle eastern person, try to contribute to the conversation, i can’t get a fucking word in.

like what the fuck, nothing happened to you on that day – which, you know, thank goodness – so why the fuck do you insist on dominating the conversation? my daily life is still being effected by this even now, over ten years later.

but you’re not interested in hearing about how my fifth grade health teacher never again called on me or the arab girl in my class. you’re not interested in how whenever my family travels, all fourteen of us (a number that used to include young children) get “randomly” searched. you’re not interested in the fact that when i was asked to buy a propane tank for a barbecue, i spent the rest of the day stressed out and worried that the attendants at all the stores visited to inquire were all going to think i was making explosives (all stores in the neighborhood mysteriously were out of propane tanks in the middle of summer). you’re not interested in the fact that whenever my cousin prepares to fly on his own, his mother calls him to make sure he’s clean shaven so he doesn’t look “like a terrorist.” you’re not interested in the fact that when i was you’re not interested in the fact that i once witnessed a whole family of white people bypass the x-ray scanner for the old fashioned metal detector, but when i asked for the same treatment, i was denied; when i pointed out the (many) signs claiming that i had the right to refuse going through that machine, the tsa agent who mere seconds earlier berated me for my request went conveniently deaf. you’re not interested in hearing about how my sister was told “sorry about your leader” when osama bin laden was killed.

i could reference personal anecdotes until i went blue in the face.

there are countless people who have stories like this, stories that are grotesque and demeaning and terrifying. these are everyday occurrences.

but you’re not interested in any of that. frankly, you’re not even that interested when middle eastern and muslim (and sometimes non-muslim desi) people are subjected to extreme violence or killed. you guys got over chapel hill pretty damn fast. if you noticed it at all.

you don’t give a fuck about us, or our ongoing 9/11 stories. you just want to tell me about how horrible it was, sitting in class and listening to other kids get their names called on the pa system.

but i totally get it. it was really hard for you.