To the rebels at heart
The black sheep,
The scapegoats,
The rotting pears,
The black ghosts.
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Wicked but not charmed,
Stomach growls, loving the pain,
Hunger refuses to be tamed.
Elegant like a pearl,
Birthstone doesn't appeal characteristically,
We prefer the mystery
Silver is quiet yet classically violent.
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Allow our dismissal personality,
Let's find something wrong and ruin it,
Flaws turn-off repulsing strangers,
But perhaps the good are the insane.
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Jealousy is a terrible disease
As the good sheep wish for comfortable skin,
Admiring warriors fighting against normalcy.
They wish gaining that admiration,
But hate when people follow their lead,
ignoring their validation needs
Please, help their hypocrisy.
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Resting seems holy
The only place where true peace permanently remains,
The light wind surrounding like temporary wings
As nothing catches hinted motivation.
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Everything is boring;
Bitterness sweeps the floors
As peace hangs like a drape,
Covering the window.