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강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피

강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 강서오피ΒΑΜ『WДR』7닷『콤』〔 밤 전 〕｢부천오피｣｢홀인원｣▷우암동오피 

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Me
My family
My community

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Narcissist (Erosion of a Friendship Pt 2)

Lend me your eyes.So I can see me as you do.A narcissist,Self absorbed in self indulgent erosion.The fact that I wish to see me from your perspectiveMay be the heart of your conclusion.But I can’t understand this engorging delusion.Show me where your heart has fallen apart.Walk me through my failure,guide me through the dark.Animosity stems from every word.Your tongue is is quite the tailor.Each repugnant slur echoes endlesslya compunction that you savor.Repeating as it ricochets’off of the confines of my mind.You gave me the gift of darkness.It is more a burden that dwells inside.Doubt, Shame, Anger, and Pain.I question myself day after day.what have I changed?What isn’t the same?Renounce me publicityYet love me with shame.Declare me aNarcissist.Tarnish my name.

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Me

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The Education Gap

Location

94545
United States
37° 36' 22.9032" N, 122° 7' 4.1736" W
See map: Google Maps

Where you went to class in the past determines your future social class
The education gap is like a trap for deprived kids over the map
Lack of education is an indication of supposed indignation
Kids can’t achieve their dreams because they lack esteem
They want to be scholarly but suffer from poverty
They long for college but believe they don’t have the knowledge

A zip code is an obstacle that prevents success
Nevertheless, if your effort is excess then you will progress
Even though the rich oppress the poor by saying
“McDonald’s food won’t serve itself”
They think we’re just “the help”
Ding! Your order’s here
They think we can’t get real careers
Even though we had to work for all we got
The best education should not have to be bought

Imagine this: Everyone living in bliss
While they reminisce growing up with a good education
Men in fancy suits lookin’ like John McCain sippin’ on champagne
Chasing after the American dream
But we can’t all be on the same team

Snap! Back to reality
The monstrosity of poverty will swallow you whole
And then you feel as if you can’t reach your goals
They say “Climb back into that rabbit hole of which you call home”
But they don’t have all control even if they try to console
They say they ruined our goals but
It’s us they should start to extol
Because on them, I’m takin’ a toll

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Fleeting Life

Come back home, my little bird

And lend me your wings,

For my wings are too tired to fly again.

 

Come back home my little bird

And lend me your wings,

For yours are the sun and the winds.

 

Come back home, and fly with me

Lets go higher than the sky,

And deeper than the sea.

 

Come along, and fly with me

Lets go slower than the snail,

And farter than the rain.

 

Come back home my little bird,

And lend me your wings,

For mines are broken,

And I cant fly again.

 

Come back life to me!

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red tears

What is the point in living if you wish you were dead?

All you have are the voices within your head.

The open wounds on your wrist are crying red

all because you wish you were dead.

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"Monsters aren't real"

"Monsters aren't real," his dad said.

Then he lay there in bed

Scared to death

Of what was to come

From under his bed

 

"Monsters aren't real," his dad said.

So stop this shit

I'm getting tired of it a bit

You need to go to bed

I wanna see that pillow holding my son's head

 

"Monsters aren't real," his dad said.

Then it became real

It came out from under his bed

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THAT GIRL

You know that girl in movies that always seems to be around

You know the girl whose name you dont know

The girl  who is so unnoticed  so much that people mistake her for a shadow

well thats me....

I am that girl who sits alone in bathrrom and eats her lunch everyday

I am that girl who has no friends

I am that girl who gets made fun of everyday

I am that girl who cries herself to sleep every night

I am that girl who gets treated like money instead of a child by her parents

I am that girl who asks God why she never had a chance

I am that girl stopped eating  & wore a pound of makeup so she could fit in

I  am the the girl that....

I WAS that girl!

I am that girl who invites people to come sit with her at lunch

I am that girl who has many friends

I am that girl who stand up for bullied kids and make sure it stops

I am that girl who sings on her way to bed

I am that girl who prays to God thanking him for her chance

I am that girl that eats healthy, excercises everyday, & believes in true beauty

I am that girl who doesnt allow other girls to hide in the shadows and feel invisible

I AM THAT GIRL

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ode to myself

Fri, 04/06/2018 - 19:18 -- Hfire

youre so young and the feelings of his body pressed tight against yours is like a knife penetrating into the deepest parts of your sould. youre still so young; just three years old

you hear something crash against the wall as their voices penetrate through the eerily silent shower stall. you sit, your body curled tightly into a ball as you feel hot tears drio down the drain like your dreams are dripping with the rain. youre losing your innocence at just five years old

i never thought someone so young could have such strong shoulders but you have to in order to carry all the weight that is constantly beating down on you. you stand tall despite the weight cast upon you and no matter how much your world crumbles, you put the pieces back together. youre so brave at just six years old.

your parents finally split and your brother cant touch you but the monsters dont hesitate to attack you. as your mind begins to blister you leave scars and cuts to fester. you think its over but maybe its just begun because this mask isnt coming off and youre barely eight

you found out love isnt what it seems and the facade is decayig at the seams. you feel your mind filling with desire. goals and dreams as they begin to take you higher. but the monsters lurk and linger and never leave. youre carrying it well on your sleeve. look at you, four months past 17

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Me

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Rise and Fall

Location

To go or not to go- that is the question:

Whether it is the early morning rise

That keeps the head in a groggy state

Or the thrill of the heart pounding

And, by opposing, wakes us. To wake, to go-

Again- and start another day, we begin

The mundane routine and the natural habits

That flesh is heir to- it is an unbroken cycle

Yearning to be done. To wake, to go-

To go, perchance to thrive. Yes, there is a chance,

For in that life of babble there is rebirth,

When we have arisen to this natural work,

Must give us hope. There's the miraculous

That makes benevolence of life.

For who would suffer the tears and stings of trial,

The challenger's words, the jealous man's accusation,

The thorns of untimely events, the heart's delay,

The incredulity of superiors, and the venom

That the inexplicably loathed injects,

When himself might life make better

With a forgiving notion? Who would grievance bear,

To mumble and sigh under a taxing life,

But that the dream of something after adversity,

The astonishing realities whose eyes

No image abandons, entices the heart

And makes us rather serve those ills we know

Than flee from others that are wicked in heart?

Thus conscience does make heroes of us all,

And thus the innate thought of selflessness

Is strong over with the courageous actions

And instills great camaraderie and cimpassion

With this regard their souls turn virtuous

And transcend the name of honor. 

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Dear God

Dear God,
     I'm writing this letter to you to clear my mind. It's a lot of things I don't understand in this world you created. I'm having a hard time dealing with love. Why does love hurt so much I never felt a unspeakable feeling before? Why does my heart hurt every time my love one says something I don't like? Is it me god ? Am I doing something wrong. I can't understand why people can't love me the way I love them. I'm not that bad of a person I just love hard. I love hard to the point where I push them away. I can't help that I love this way. I just want love in return. Why can't I get love in return lord god? I always get my heartbroken into the mist of my tears running down my face. Everyday I cry at night wondering, why? Why can't I be the one you love ? I've been threw so many ups & downs in my life I just wanna find a happy place to escape to. Maybe heaven where you might be a nice place to go to after all. I just wanna get away from all my heart aches . I wanna be in love god ! I wanna be inlove with my one & only first love. That's all I want god. But he dosnet love me anymore , how do I deal with that? How will I ever move on? They say pray about but a prayer won't stop my tears & heart aches at night lord god! I just ask you to help me get threw whatever I'm going threw .

                                 Love, Deja

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Me

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