CharismaYOU, with your hangnails and your split ended hair biting the end of your pen with crooked teeth and chapped lips.Charisma
You with your half-assed smile, you walk into the room and everything stops for a moment you tyrannize the world with your gaze and everyone loves you,
adores you and they don't even know why
The DreamersThe DreamersThe Dreamers
Amrit blinked at the screen, trying to clear the haze from his eyes. No help. He looked at the glowing red numerals glaring at him from across the room. Three AM. Back to the flickering blue screen. He’d been on the machine far too long. But it didn’t matter, he had to finish his task. He sighed and changed the Mozart playing in his headphones to something by a modern rock band. Maybe it would help him stay awake, these words screamed in discordant harmony to plugged-in instruments. They called this music now. He didn’t, it was no more music than non-stick, fat-free yellow liquid sprayed out of a can was butter
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Have you ever tried to hug the sky?
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