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A very thin man,
And a very fat prettyy lady,
Met on a warm sandy beach.
They gazed at each other and their hearts thudded,
They played on the beach,made sandcastles  and sang songs  
And hand in hand they let the waves hit their feet.
Then they sailed in a beautiful pea green boat for a month and a day,
They smelled the sea and let their spirits fly,
At night the man would look at the stars above and sing love songs  in a lovely voice ,
As each day passed their love grew.
They came to a land where an enchanting small church stood,
Said the man to the lady,
My Love let's get married,
For long have we tarried,
So they were wedded the next day by the priest with a scar on his face.
The lady said to the man,
Now we are wedded we shall share everything 50/50,
I wash we wear
I cook you eat,
I diet,
Till we become same in weight.
30/5/2025
 Jun 5 Brianna N
Piyush
Some desire it.
Some fear it.
Ironic, isn’t it?

You shattered her quiet.
Yes — you did.
You burned through her patience,
Bit by bit.
You said you wanted her…
But got the child she tried to forget.

Her friendship — a sin.
To make her smile — a win.
Now only silence
Lives within.

Silence to write her.
Silence to invite her
Into a place
Outside this human race.

A slow space,
Grey and uninteresting —
No joy, no light,
Just quiet resting.

It moves with time,
Yet stays out of reach.
You want to write more?
Silence, please.
I hate you
When you smiled, I smiled
I wanted you to be happy

I hate you
When you were successful, I cheered
I always believed in you

I hate you
When you're dressed up, I gasp 
I am taken by you yet again

I hate you
When you grew, I admired
I knew you were meant for more

I hate you
When you moved on, I stayed
I am always waiting for you

I hate you
When you faded away, I cried
I will only be a memory to you

I hate you
When you were in my life, I knew
I truly did love you 

I hate you
Despite everything, I begged 
That I could actually hate you
 Jun 5 Brianna N
p1st0l
Cuts
 Jun 5 Brianna N
p1st0l
Blood on my hands and the bathroom floor
When will this stop? I wonder as it slowly pours
The blood comes from the cuts on my arm
How did I get here? What have I done?
This is about self harm
 Jun 5 Brianna N
Andrew
I no longer relive them
Now
I live with them
 Jun 5 Brianna N
Mimi
Everyone's addicted to something
caffeine
drinking
smoking
toxicity
hate
some will let their pain consume them so no one
has to deal with their problems but they keep
growing as they try to fix everyone else's
im addicted to the rush
of what?
everything i could do and don't do
just wanted to write something
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