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Another One for the Dark Days. Perfection is my enemy, I am socially incorrect, and the status quo rejects me, the flow left before I could go with it. In comes, a silver lining,.

The world is too small for M. E not to leave a mark. Follow Subtle Royalty on WordPress. We Should All Be Humanists. The last time I started like this I had decided I could not go on being an angry feminist.

I gave it to her and then from nowhere began to feel bad. I had done my part not to make the driver suffer and now it was reversed because of Madam Neighbour.

The life of an over thinker. I think deep down in our subconscious we know this, by this I mean. But rarely do we recognize it fully,not until someone does something to make us realize it. We are a complex web of emotions and experiences, of circumstances and thoughts, of hopes and dreams, of joys and sorrows.

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How do you solve a puzzle, like Maria? Small words with big emotions. His name is sited on a stool in a craft shop next to the River Nile. It is being admired by the lady with a. So, I think the best decision I have made in a while was to deactivate some of my Social Media accounts. At this rate, the surviving ones may follow suit. People, I have been able to write 4 poems in a week. HOW? Of his that I love.

I am A Masterpiece Molded By The Greatest Artist -God. With ice block cold eyes. Almost popping out their sockets,. Tongues lusciously licking their lips. With hair at the back of their heads standing. I want to have her. I can get her all she has. Evil snares in their eyes. A seething furnace through them all. Say No, lady! Much as many would promise to do a lot for you. Not all would want to stay by you forever. Say No, lady! .