Mirakee
Coal discussing with fire about ruthless heat of water. That's our people today.
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Loving the Unloved
Is our self vexation wilting and chipping the skin of our souls. Or the self appreciation is springing back those withered petals of our flawed flowers. You choose your form. Love your unloved self.
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I wonder if it hurts their demons when they receive the gift of deliberate silence as a deserved penalty instead of noise.
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The Celebrated Failures
Let's think for a while the barbequed piece of meat in our chest , initially marinated with different spices of traducement ,and pounded with people's hurtful words and grilled on the heat of their jealousy and garnished with our flaws, with a dip of poisonous sauce, and finally presented in front of others for the feedback!...
Dessert: Sugarcoated words with the hidden choco lava surprise of slander and decorated with rainbow sprinkles of twisted and tangled truth
Drink: The Red Wine of Blood
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All aren't the same...some foodies love to eat because they want not to fill their stomach but just to try and fill up the void inside them...just to fill up their empty souls..and because they become numb towards everything, they want their stomachs to atleast sense the weight in the state of numbness
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The Sorrower
Unfortunate and More sorrowful is the suffering that makes you numb than the one which makes you turbulent.
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I no longer engage in unnecessary verbal confabulations. I have bigger fish to fry.
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It's fun when people act like profiteroles in front of you but deep down you know they're hot ghost peppers mixed with Carolina Reaper sauce.
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In the hush hour of night
Don't know who tiptoes into my room daily in the dead silence of electric blue midnight to clean the drenched panes of my wet blurred window...and every time I wake up, lulls me back to sleep...
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Fear the burden of sorrow you put on other's back...it may return back to you after ages when your spine is broken
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