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Esteem. Your loneliness has spread to your eyes,             It has now become a part of who you are. You can no longer keep contract of your own lies.             Everyone else but you can see that this has gone too far.                 Your expressions and body language have become bionic.             It’s almost like the lights are on but the room has been ransacked. What is ironic is that you try so hard to subtly avoid the topic.             I choose and use my words carefully because I know how you will react.                     There is only so much I can say or do; the rest is solely up to you.             Only you c

Self Made. Research and re-emerge when you have found the answer. Correct and perfect your craft and become your own master. Refine your design until it cannot be further enhanced. Instead of waiting, why not try creating your own chance? Have the nerve to capture what you so rightly deserve. Duly take heed but never concede to what you have heard. Manually harness the tenacity to exceed your limited capacity. Recognize that progress can either happen instantly or gradually. Stay humble but don’t let it crumble when things start looking up. Because those in a position of power are also known to be corrupt. Remain independent; ref

L.O.V.E. It swallows you whole, Exceeds your control. Apprehends your soul, Until it has taken its toll. It’s an overwhelming feeling. That is made to be appealing And you can’t help revealing, The doubts you are concealing. It’s an undefined dimple And a well known jingle. But only when you are single Does it all seem so simple. It is one of life’s many gifts, That empowers and uplifts And can lead you adrift. Should you miss your shift. It is impossible to describe it. It is impossible to fight it. Because once it is ignited And once you have tried it. It will take your independence. You will become used to it

Word Will you trust me when i say "I give you my word"? A secret between only us and to everyone else, it's unheard If i told someone else, it wouldn't be a secret Who knows if that person would be able to keep it? It would spread like wildfire, lashing out Ruining your trust in me, giving you doubt That would be terrible, for such a thing to happen It is that bad, regarded as sin I can assure you though, with me, no event like such has ever occurred So please trust me, when i say "I give you my word" Justin Sanchez

Inside Out. Do you love my insides? You know the parts you can’t see. The parts that constructively divide, All the places where you can’t be. Do you love my internals? You know all my unexploited crevices. All the words I leave out of my journal. The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits. Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings? You know the boring and bloody parts. The features that are not made for kissing. The invisible strokes that add to this body of art. You see it’s my exterior that attracts you But it’s my interior that made this possible. So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you, Don’t be