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Etoooo check check  - Eklo Yatri is back with a dose of coffee after a shit long time Its been a while  Since I have written in this style I want to smile But that would be a lie It's been a while Since I have moved on from this life But that faint shadow in the sky Still lies,  Despite all the tries  Despite all the vibes That I destroyed in my own style Of destruction, I cried When my world ended with her smile But I had to move on despite Not having the will, had to be wild Had to stop being a child Had no option but to keep on living on the high Had to live on  the edge of knife Not able to truly live nor die Damn I wanted to die Sever all connection, and end my life But I had to go on, had to strive For a better day, Had to be wild So I am here, writing in the same old style I am not the same, but that butt-shit-kid is still alive That kid that wanted to- and should have died. But is somehow holding on to the last shred of life Somehow, Don't know how, Stil...

Not my stress but what the heck? why am I on it? scrunched up face, I wanna break that asshole who threw that shit on me, this is not the way it was meant to be but still, I can't even land one single hit am I fit enough to do that bit? why the heck is this cringe? well I don't mind but I am still pissed  at the one who broke that heart at the one who tore her apart  and  I do admit that she is at fault too but that that's just cause she is remaining true to her heart so boo hoo, imma protect her so shoo away go to hell ya ass, before I tear you away like a broken grass twig and smoke ya up, be in a trance ya know who you are but may be not anyway I have said what I want to say so what the fuck I don't care, die in a ditch get hit by a truck and this is all I want to say be nice or be ready to face the hell that I will bring ya what you too scared? hopefully not cause you still have my shit show to face..... - Yakaa: Jujaan

 Nope this is not a philosophical one or maybe it is, but I think I am done with trying to explain everything, it's not fun but wait I don't do it for fun and you know it son and oh! my hair is falling I wish I had a man-bun I love butts so you see that was a pun hun what confused? Why does it makes no sense after the first few hums? well this is just a what the title says, read moron this is what insanity feels like, it's fine one day and the next day it is less fine, not gone from sanity, like you are there yesterday and all of a sudden BOOM! you are insane, you see there is no fun in that, there is no fun in shooting yourself with a gun but there is fun in going for a run  and being eaten by bears like nom nom shit too dark I guess but you get the point hun so remove that shit in your mind and see ya cunt see how it feels like to go insane through my poems the process slow decent into insanity and supersanity is still not done well not technically mine but I am ranting s...

It's June 27th here and it is the morning of her birthday. Yes, today is the birthday of someone I am in love with and together with but the future seems to be dark for both of us. She has been mentioned in my recent love poems so for those who read my blog which I can say is not much, you know who she is.      But this is not a rat about her. I will rant about her someday else but not today.    As all of you prolly know I am someone who has mental illness, it should be pretty clear bu the poems I write by now and let me face you with the reality of those who surfer from it.     Right now when I am writing this rant it is 1: 40 am of the 27th june and yes i m supposed to go to sleep after wishing her. She actually prohibited me from waking up so late cuz she knows me and how I function. I am grateful for her and having someone who understands you is that much important for people like me... for people like us.  ...