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Dude today I had the funniest interaction at school.

One of my classmates said "something something, Stray Dogs" and I activated like a sleeper agent or some shit. I looked at him, he looked at me, I hastily picked the manga on my desk (that conveniently was the volume one of BSD Beast), pointed at it and we both laughed.

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Happy family...

But the youngest cries because her brother annoys her

The middle cries because mother dearest hit him

The older stays on his phone to avoid going insane

And the mother clearly has some issues with anger and sometimes probably doesn't love her kids as much as she should...

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Midnight non-poems #3: Dear Kaj

when I saw your face,

I wanted to stare at it forever.

I wanted to stare at it until I could still see it when I closed my eyes.

oh pretty boy, pretty boy.

why can't you see?

oh pretty boy, pretty boy.

you're prettier than anyone I've ever seen.

oh pretty boy with the beautiful brown hair,

I don't know who said you aren't beautiful,

but that was a lie.

I can't erase the scars from your past,

but I can say for a fact,

that you are the most beautiful boy ever,

and I love you more than anything.

♡

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Midnight non-poems #2: Elements

the sky. it's empty, like my soul, like my life.

the earth. it's shallow, like mankind, like my will to live, like the pleasures mankind enjoy.

the water. it's cold, like the words she told me, like missing someone, like sadness.

the fire. it's warm, yet it hurts, because the others have this love yet I am unlovable, maybe I'm not human enough?

Fire is like rage, like a village that burns, like the ache in my soul,

But fire is also love, something I'm missing, I miss the warmth of a human being, maybe that'll make me feel whole, maybe that'll make me feel human.

It hurts

It hurts, it really hurts.

It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair.

Make it stop, take the pain away, I want to feel whole again, I want to feel human again...

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Midnight non-poems #1: Deer child.

deer child, abandoned in the middle of the woods.

deer child, barely ten.

deer child, crying because no one could ever love you.

deer child, crying because no one cares.

deer child, who might starve, but no one would care.

deer child, who might cry, but no one would care.

deer child, who might die all alone, and still no one would care...

goodnight... dear deer child.