We write a story everyday, but mention him in my each note. Today I gonna write the new story, in which the things will be mine only. Why to dawdles for him, who not even bother while switching his world. Why only my writings were coupled with him, Whereas 'm playing the minor role is his note. Why to wandering on those way, whom they did not look back even once. Grow up dear, this is the real world, Stop making castles in the air, The reality is here, where all will simply move on That real love is not found here. Grow up dear....
Most of us are dead at 30, but burried in our 80's. This life of ours is such a beautiful opportunity to explore ourselves and exhibit the best version to the world. Let's not waste it by wasting time.
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You may be wondering why I am writing to you considering I never claim you as my tenant, but times have changed and I would like you to depart from the premises. You may wonder why such a rush? But you have become an inconvenience, consider this your eviction notice.
Let me give you context, when you decided to become my tenant you didn't even ask me my opinion, now I just have this constant feeling of drowning and I just want to die, to make matters worse you bitch brought friends too. Because of you I almost lost the girl of my dreams, in fact I might have lost her I'm still working on it.
You, came with lack of motivation, blowing people off, panic attacks and self-loathing. You see you are a lot and I really need my house back. I have plans for it. I can't actually quite call you tenant because you and your friends are becoming termites and y'all need to be terminated. I started by cleaning the house but I think I should take extreme measures.
So as you can see you are no longer welcome and if at least you could give me two days starting this day and let me breath and be productive we can work things out. You are still getting evicted but this time the right way.
Poetry is an art from the mind Generated to appease a soul. I want to give you a detailed Recipe for future delights. First with the wet ingredients, Three cups of ink To write from the soul You don't want to stand up While writing. Four slices of tears Falling down your face To leave a mark on the pages, Those will be bittersweet Memories for later. And if you are feeling risky A pinch of blood of Your antagonist, Haha, just kidding Am I? Now hit the mixer Blend it together and move To the dry ingredients. Three quills for each cup Of ink for the dramatic. One strong heart That can only accept to Be vulnerable for a certain Amount of time. One mind that is ready to compose Every word that will rhyme And make a soul cry Or be filled with humor. And the last ingredient The secret ingredient Remembering that art is subjective It doesn't have to be everyone's Taste. Now mix all the ingredients And put it in the oven You will be having the perfect Concoction for the flawless Poetry cake.