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hey, yeah you
you snippety meanie you
don't you go away from me
nor treat me with your so-called demonic entity
but you won't do that anyway
just making sure for today
you're hilarious, really
sometimes, most of the time? im unsure
but you do give me that happiness
kaya I thank the One for giving me his instrument
the feelings I thought it wasn't for me
was brought in front of me miraculously

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Filled with tears, she said, "It's...finally here.."
The red-haired girl wearing a little flannel yellow dress, having white polka dots on it, stood in front of the doorway of a little brown cottage and little puffs gray clouds flowing through its chimney with the windy breeze  on top of the mountain. She held a well-packaged cartoon box, sensing that she was waiting for probably her whole life for it to come. Quickly, the little girl brought the box in, peeking outside as if there were people looking at her new package. She then placed her neat package on the blue worn out  couch and rushed to the kitchen. Hastily, she searched for the cupboard, then its drawers, until she got hold of a sharp metal with a wooden handle. Running,  she went to the living room when she noticed that her box was gone.
"Looking for this?" a woman, around twenty years of age she guessed, came from the study room holding a now crushed box. She always hated my stuff, she thought. "I-It's all that I have," she cried, but the woman just smickered and said, "You can't have everything, my dear."
Laughing, the girl replied, "Maybe yes, but I'm sure that I can have one thing." In a split second, the woman was frightened, seeing a knife strucked into her chest. "Your life."
"Well done," a tall man about her age came out from the study room, clapped his hands while slowly shaking his head. "Took you long enough. You didn't tell me I had to kill her. She was actually my favorite," the girl replied, showing off her evilish grin.
"It was him. I should have known," the woman whispered, until she was left unconscious.

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I'm hating

these white-like cellars
the squishy, reddish live groups
electric currents flowing through
long grains that are as dark as your shoes

It's bringing me here
It's making others alive
But me, it's torturing me
To death

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Silly me, why would I think
That your words so heartfelt
Were words that would deceive, piercing
Me to my innermost core where I dwell

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Trace my little scars
My world, my star
Your name embedded in
To my flesh, with a bird
having wings, I thought, are dead and frail
But flies through your words that prevail
Let’s say, my heart rejoices,
Flowers are found and blossoms
Through the fullest of energy
Of your soul, what a blimey!

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Sometimes, I think of you
No silly, not that person
You, just you
Probably, I'd be arrested for treason
For making me involved in such
Causes, it's giving me
I don't know, sadness?
Because I know I'm nothing to you?
Do you know that it's making me breathless
Every time, as it's making me a fool?
Was I that type of person
Who has nothing but imprisoned
Of thoughts filled with you's
But I know it won't be true
Thinking you'd send me
Letters greater than foes
Regardless, I want you to know
That it's none other than you
it's you, just you