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i dont really understand some people. i mean yea. teenage years. the fucking hormones are stupid. but come on, who doesn't have a shit life huh? who? what makes you think you're so special? hmm? like everyone has their share of fucking problems, some more some less. but for fuck sake deal with it.
write a poem, draw a picture, shout at the wall, talk to mirror. there is something everyone can do. even if you wanna just sit there and moan and groan, you can actually fucking think about how to deal with your problems while going through the regular dose ranting.
don't just sit there doing fucking nothing. as stupid as it sounds, go do something that'll give your head a break. watch a movie, go out, whatever.
if your skull is so blocked up with 'problems' and you can't think logically, then look at it this way. no life is not worth living. because no one should be cowardly to take the easy way out. no pain, no fucking gain, you're damn well right.
and even if you lack the bloody pride in yourself, think about all the people who care about you, love you, and give a fuck about you. if you don't have the heart for yourself, you should at least have the righteousness to fair to all the fucking people out there who give a fuck about you.
if you still really think life isn't worth living for those stuff, don't even think about taking the elevator to the highest floor, go and see someone who can't knock some fucking sense into you.

mind the fucks. gotta make a strong point.

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you are patient,
you are kind,
you'll never leave our minds,
you can hurt in the behind.

you are tender,
you are strong,
you would make a good steak,
and could last forever.

you are pleasure,
you are pain,
you're about giving,
and not what we stand to gain.

you are honest,
you are trust,
truth here is a must,
stop thinking about all that lust.

you are beautiful,
you are sexy,
sometimes you're so petty,
nothing but messy.

you are nowhere,
you are everywhere,
people are always looking for you,
surprise them, that's what you always do.

you are everything,
you are nothing,
no one could ever find the right words for you;
i know it's not nice,
but your name will have to suffice,
so... what are you?