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wrong
what is wrong with the social construction humans are forced to abide to?
circus
As she passes the streets and rounds the corners she can only think to herself, what a circus this has become.
perspective
I like to look at things with a perspective. Life is perspective. What are you?
welcoming
I thought it would be, that windy summerday six months ago. But as the days passed by I realized... nothing will be welcoming, not as long as I keep believing that every single person is you.
exclude
Restlessness. As the day turns night I look out the window into the world that is all and yet nothing. The emptiness wanders, clings on to the skin. It wont let go. As the night darkens, so does the thoughts. But there is no black and white, just grayscales. I think of you still, but it doesn't hurt. I wish I could see you though, one more time. Because in the mass of memories that was us, you and me. Completely different, but yet so similar, there were life. I was real. And so were you. And what about now? Is it nothing, nothing at all? I wonder. Do you still think of me? Do you remember the first time, and the last time? All inbetween. There was something real, even if it wasn't completely honest, it was real. I mourn about these kinds of things from time to time. Things that were, how they could have still been. But as the clock turn to a new hour I realize that I've let go, really. I just like to wonder....
exclude
nonsense, flattery. fleeting days. As the moon dances across the pitchblack sky, she looks back at old days and passed friendships. what have I become? She thinks for herself as she watches the cars pass by outside her window. I wonder what it would have been like, if it never happened? I guess I'll never know. Excluded, what an understatement...
luxury
There is a luxury to wander across sacred land to pass by dwelling woods and cross slumbering meadows there is a luxury to resort to ancient seas and lakes ascend luscious hills to find your precious wake
interest
she shared the same interests as him. everything was amazing. he is amazing. the summer is amazing. the life they share is amazing. she misses him. alot. especially at school. because there is no one to be weird with. no one to share her thoughts with. it's all just plain and dry. it'll be over soon though. but she keeps missing him. just today as well. and then he'll come home.
entwined
In the mist she lured. Wondered why. Everything around her danced in starlight. Who was he? Could he be? When the echoing settled, the stood up and slowly walked away.
aura
Her aura brightened the room, when she entered. I may say, what an explicit work of art, someone said. How is that? In the air of the room, with the gloom, she stood. Listened, watched the helplessly depressing movements of the crowd.
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