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UntitledYou can't say your smart if you cannot form this
Idea that bliss is not just ignorance,
But realizing the fact that you can't ignore this.
That somehow you will feel the need to say no,
But you cannot say you stand up when people tell you to say so.
Sometimes you have to go against the crowd.
When everyone stays quiet you have to say loud
And clear that there is something wrong
When sexist shit is mentioned in 90% of todays songs,
And the government will not even legalize weed;
Meanwhile pollution so bad we can't even breathe
And everyone's priorities are always distracted.
You know what though, the single fact is
We need to rise up and take a firm stance
And not go fold when we're given a hand
And not understand the person we call the man
Is too busy getting rich to go give a damn.
Cause it seems now a days everyone living in poverty.
What the hell is wrong when people have to resort to robbery
To attempt to put some food on the table
And get enough money for a family to be stable
I am the step parentNine years.
For nine years
our cat lived with
For nine years
the cat grew accustomed with
After nine years
they left him
at the animal shelter.
He spent a month there.
We adopted him Monday.
When we get near
he takes out his claws
and tries to swipe at us.
We saved him, right?
I’ll tell you why.
your parents are married.
They remain married for
After nine years
Both of your parents remarry.
Do you like your step parents at first?
No. You hate them to the core.
I am the step parent.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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