'free' 'escape' 'change' 'love' 'hope' 'dream'
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Dear Professor,
Thank you.
Thank you for pushing me to be my better self.
Thank you for showing me who I am and who I have the potential to be.
I know you do not respect me,
I'm A Kind Of Green Eyeed,
Hurl Vary Needs Of Mine.
Is Slightly A suffering But,
A Infect Multi In the Cloudy,
Foggy Grief Of Fearful Egoistic.
Sailu Bharya
It happened so long ago,
the memories aren't so clear for me to see.
You were everything, everything to me.
I trust you would always be there, yet it weren't to be.
Alone in this would, my life is so incomplete.
I am a bundle of emotions as i plan new adventures,
roller coasters, new cultures, new subjects, a variety of food,
feeling my spirit awakened by my stimulated senses
is what makes me feel alive.
Here I speak the truth.
Here, let the mask be broken.
Here, my facade fades and my fragility is revealed...
You know at times I use to hate when people asked me, “What was my dream”. At the time it never felt like a question that I could genuinely answer because their were always glassy eyes of expectation watching me.
You know at times I use to hate when people asked me, “What was my dream”. At the time it never felt like a question that I could genuinely answer because their were always glassy eyes of expectation watching me.
Darkest art the days I have live,
Painful are the thoughts I think
Pain runs throughout my bones
Sadness creeps upon my heart
For I crave the privilege
Once upon it was just our love
How unfair, maybe it wasn't.
Migth have been once real.
But our love that was probably never real.
Found something real that's out of touch.
