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Food for soul. [TW]

Rivelino3 October 7th, 2019

I will be sharing my writings here, quotes and poems. Some content might talk about Suicide and desth with graphic references. I will mark such posts at the start of posting it, so that any reader doesnt get triggered.

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Rivelino3 OP January 15th, 2020

Yaaaaayyy. AND I wonderrrrr.

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Rivelino3 OP January 15th, 2020

Never change never change never change. This is why I fell in love.

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Rivelino3 OP January 15th, 2020

And if she calls you Tonight, everything is oh oh oh oh alright

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Rivelino3 OP January 15th, 2020

Hold me like before
Hold me like you used to
Control me like you used to

[Chorus]
No
You don't move me anymore
And I'm glad that you don't
Cause I can't have you anymore

But I thought you should know
You don't move me anymore
And I'm glad that you don't
Cause I can't take it anymore

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Rivelino3 OP January 15th, 2020
tinycactus809 January 15th, 2020

I saw poems in the beginning of this thread so I though I'd share one I wrote, hope you guys don't mind! (also, I'm new at this so I'm sorry if it sucks.)

Flame writer

by tinycactus809

When she was very young,

maybe 8 years of age.

She was writing fast like blazing fire,

words burning through the page.

When she shared her stories,

her parents were so proud.

Look at their little writer go!

her words were so loud.

As she began to age,

around ten or twelve,

she was taught to write properly.

And her heart,

well, it fell.

Structured sentances,

essays and paragraphs,

her words became less bold.

She was forced to fit in

that tiny little mold.

Her parents were counting on her,

she wanted to make them proud.

Then her creativity lost its spark.

She wanted to write properly,

but trying broke her heart.

Slower and slower,

her writing soon ceased.

SHe bagan to hate writing,

and inside grew a beast.

The beast was hungry,

devoring all joy in its path.

And she tried all she could,

but the beast

wouldn't let the flame come back.

She began to despair,

letting down herself and her parents.

Everything felt awful,

and she just couldn't bear it.

But the one day she learned something,

and a spark began to grow,

because she discovered that sometimes

grammar is less important than prose.

Sorry about the long post!

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Rivelino3 OP January 15th, 2020

@tinycactus809

It's beautiful and a lovely message too, I think I wrote about freedom and it's importance in terms of creativity.

you are welcome to share more.

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tinycactus809 January 15th, 2020

@Rivelino3

Thank you! I will probably share another one sometime soon! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

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Rivelino3 OP January 15th, 2020

Anytime will do, my love. Hmmmmm anytime will do

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Rivelino3 OP January 15th, 2020

https://youtu.be/O0PHiZQo1To

Any place, any time
You could be mine
Any night, any day
Anything we say (anything we say)

[Chorus]
You can get away with it
I can get away with anything
We can just stare away

You can get away with it
I can get away with anything
If they all look away

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Rivelino3 OP January 15th, 2020

You can get away with it
I can get away with anything
We can just stare away

You can get away with it
I can get away with anything
If they all look away (only if they look away)

You can get away with it
I can get away with anything
We can just stare away (only if they look away)

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