I have this red birthmark on the side of my nose, and it's dulled since I was born but sometimes people assume it's a burn mark I don't??
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My own best friend asked me why my nose was red bro we've been BEST FRIENDS FOR THREE YEATS
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I was very disappointed in her
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ساعت پنج بعد از ظهره من هنوز نرسیدم خونه ای ک
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هدفونم شارژ نداره خیر سرم میخواستم امروز درس بخونم خب
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I FINALLY GOT HOME
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For my dearest: @in_my_h3ad. You get "supernova" watching someone take the spotlight in envy yet awe. You feel inadequate amongst your peers, left out. The future is too far out, but so close that I shakes you to your bones. Purity means innocence , what is innocence if not the absence of cruelty?
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The train is moving,the scenery keeps changing,trees,the blue sky and birds all flying back to their flocks. The music in your ears blasts through your brain,fills it with images and suddenly you lose your train of thoughts. Other people on the train are doing something else,someone's talking to their mum,someone's trying to shush their baby,and someone is reading a book. None of it is as interesting as the scenery outside,though. It's a little overwhelming,watching the others move about while You've done everything you could for the day,and you're just sitting there. It's as though you're a star in galaxy,watching a supernova be birthed again and again,it's light devours any other light,like it doesn't even allow any competition. No one dares to step forward to the crown for once,either. The supernova,continues on with its show;all the lights are on it,and awed stars are watching it with a little bit of envy in their eyes;every time this show happens,a little bit of the whole universe seems to grow within all of you,a little bit more open to the everything around you. There's life everywhere around you,not just your mum's,your father's,or even yours. Everywhere. It's a little mind blowing to think that one day you'll be old,maybe married at some point to someone,and suddenly your grandkids are rambling about,rambling about what's lately caught their attention. Oh it's a terrifying ,terrible thought,growing old. What will happen once you've passed on your memories? Your hair,your laughter,your shine,will you be the same person? You doubt that. The rocking chair you're sitting on keeps rocking you,as though it's soothing a small child. One day,you'll be dust,sitting on someone's mantle,alongside your soul. What is your soul like? Is it pure,or is it dirty? Are your hands calloused like your gran's or do you have dirt under your finger nails,like a dog,coming back in the evening panting and drooling after rolling around in the garden while the big bright sun shines down on its beautiful flowers? Have you ever been pure? What is purity? How is it defined? By the amount of times we've prayed to a god that doesn't seem to hear our wails,no matter how loud we scratch at the surface,or is defined by how many times we were kind to ourselves? The sun is slowly going down,and the supernova is dying;maybe you should just look at the moon for now. But the thoughts keep plaguing your mind,they're holding you prisoner,will you be an empty shell casing with its heart carved out after You've passed on your knowledge? Will your heart be in somebody else's hands,beating weakly as your blood soaks their dirty hands?
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I love max he's my little son
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Happy to know I'm loved🥹-max
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