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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. The flowers are dying. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. Can't you see them weep. No your blind as if you sleep. Can't you see as they don't keep. Your like death as you reap. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
We are nobodies The wanna be somebodies Never noticed Wish we were We are outcast Overshadowed We are labeled The social labels Hidden in shadows Want to fit in Not our nature Who...
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me".
Dear racist, Your car is Japanese. Your beer is German. Your wine is Spanish. Your democracy is Greek. Your coffee is Colombian. Your tea is Chinese. Your watch is Swiss. Your fashion is French.
A bunch of unfinished stuff. Love & hope: Love is temporary. Hope is eternal. Little fair girl: Little fair girl, with your bucket so pink. Why do you want to pour your heart into the sink.
There's a man going round the caravan site. On a mobility scooter with a disco light. Ghetto blaster strapped to the back. Blasting out Amy winehouse back to black. Got to be 90 if he's a day.
People shouldn't be put into 'groups'.
Union Jack Cups Union Jack Plates Union Jack Crisp Packets Union Jack Hand Wash Union Jack Jam Pots Union Jack Cereal Union Jack T-Shirts Union Jack Shorts Union Jack Panties Union Jack Ice...
There's a fella on this train. Wearing shorts, even in this rain. He may be quite bold. But his legs must be cold. Or there's something wrong with his brain. He's spilling over with fat.
The heavy load that leaders bear, the choices meaning life or death must surely evenly compare with every kitten's tiny breath.
Life has become so.... So bland.
Ha ha, look at that fatso over there, She's prob thinking bout a big fat chocolate eclair. Man she's so big, surprised she can even move, Eww, imagine her trying to bust a groove.
Dear sir, I am writing just to clarify and clear up some points you keep, As it seems although you are quite far from needing sweeping off your feet.
We ............................
I was in Southampton city centre one Saturday a couple of years ago doing a bit of window shopping.
Today I'm going to plastic London, you know what I mean. The London that's displayed on post cards and airports.
Scruffy blokes. Filthy jokes. Bloodshot eyes. Slurring lies. Stinky sweat. Place a bet. Steaks and chips. Bulging hips. Grubby knees. Bums to squeeze. Drugs and pills. Alcoholic fills. Mini skirts.
I'm loving all the hullabaloo surrounding the relay type thing. We had it pass through our area the other day.
The first verses of the tupac song "Better Days" I have re written some parts. Yet more inspiration from one of the greatest poets we were blessed with.
Definition is lost The picture, once so vibrant, has lost its clarity. What once was black and white, Has turned to a murky grey. When did life become a haze.
It's about the definition of marriage you say Who put you in charge of Websters any way.
When did we start not to care. Not to care about each other. Or have we ever cared what's happening to people we don't know.
Our story follows Martin, A Mosquito through and through, But although he seems quite normal, He hides a secret from me and you, As he buzzes to your ear, Like any other of his kind, Just to see if...
We survive, We go on, What doesn't kill us makes us strong. We hurt, We cry, Always try but lie. We see, We believe, But judge it constantly. We bully, We destroy, Just to fill ourselves with joy.