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K.P.R Robyn

20 year old politics, philosophy & economics student and casual writer looking for inspiration in people and experiences. Sometimes stubborn, often idealistic, yet somehow always content. Trying to learn how to be concise or angry.

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Dream I dreamed a dream My dream came true That I was here Alone with you. You cursed my dream And now I see Alone is how I want to be. Alone does hurt But not as much As being stuck In your damning clutch. I'll be fine But you'll never see How lucky you'd be To be with me. And now I'm happy I've found a piece Of love, which unlike yours Will never cease.

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Deserves a real well done! Really connected.
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    The Lives Of Others: 3i On Campus To the outsider he looks serene; face turned up to the sun, stretched out on the grass soaking up the warm rays. But from their distance they can't see the lines on his face which give away the internal struggle raging away inside. He looks like a the stereotypical post-gap-yah student. Travels funded by mummy and daddy have given him a new outlook on #life. A 'cultural and spiritual awakening' have lead to and trade-in of Ralph Lauren polos for hemp shoes and cotton shirts. But thats just on onlookers impression. He knows people judge him on how he looks but he doesn't mind. It's easier if people judge him wrongly than take in the truth. Easier for him and easier for them. And to be fair to them some of the judgements are true. He is from an affluent family, he did get to have the fabulous gap year that all his friends had dreamt of but it wasn't his utopia. There are some kinds of guilt which can't ever be erased no matter now much time passes and no matter now often everyone reassured you that they don't blame you. Even if everyone else has forgiven him he doesn't find it so simple to forgive himself. University was meant to be a new start but he is beginning to realize that some things just can't be outrun. When all the other students were getting to know each other he was sitting silently to the side praying that no one would ask him about his family. He didn't want to lie because hiding the truth made the guilt even worse but the truth was almost unbearable to share. Sitting here in the sun he could almost begin to forget for a few glorious moments the sound which haunted him. The gentle rays warmed his heart and the guilt began to slip away until a birds call disturbed the quiet of campus and the scream which always followed the sound once again engulfed his mind, reaching into the very corners of his memory and almost threatened to spill over his lips. His scream, She hadn't even had a chance to make a noise. He managed to stifle it, only letting out a guttural choking sound. He remembered the sight of the puppet body falling to the floor, a burgundy stain trickling down its neck from a crater leaking #life and soaking it through. How could he start this new #life with this old weight keeping him down? How could he let anyone get close to him when he could no longer trust himself? After he returned from travelling he had pushed all his friends from prep school away and retreated into his shell. The move to university had been made reluctantly at his fathers insistence that he couldn't “let everything come to a holt, guilt cannot define you”. It was hard though, guilt was defining him and all he could was think was that he deserves for his #life to be a shell of what it used to be after what he had done.

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      Summer Eclipsed It's sunny outside A sweet breeze on the air But I'm trapped inside Paralysed by your stare. I can see all the people Bathed in a glow But I sit behind My clouded window. The stifling air Catches my breath I used to be safe Until the moment you left Me here in this room Cowering from you I want to be outside And be happy too.

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        I Hurt Nagging Gnawing Numbing Pain Drilling Straight Into My Brain Stabbing Searing Blinding 'Fun' I Wouldn't Wish This On Anyone

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          A Word Of Silence He was watching them again. They were both looking up at him, squinting against the sun which was behind the block of flats, transforming it into a looming silhouette. One of them was leaning casually against the wall and lit a cigarette as his friend sat astride his bike rolling back and forth, not moving anywhere. They were both only about sixteen and were there every day' smoking, drinking and looking up at him while he looked down at them. Him, inside with his fish and them outside with their youth. Him and them, the careful balance of the universe. He'd always though that the young would overpower the old. “Outnumber us” he thought. He thought about how they looked, mean, hardened by the fights and drugs and sex and alcohol. Sometimes they threw rocks or bottles up at his windows but they never reached him. It didn't stop them trying though. They'd stamp and laugh as the stones skimmed the building and fell again, bring red dust with them. They'd shout too, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. He could see their lips moving abound cigarettes from under their hoods but any words and meaning were lost to the trees. He didn't care anyway, they were just silly children. Entertainment while the TV wasn't working. When it began to get dark the two boys would give the window one final glance and one would cycle off and the other would jog after him. When they'd disappeared behind the wall the curtain on the window would swing closed and he would slowly shuffle from his viewing point and go to his bedroom. He would sit down heavily on the bed and, hunched over the little table, he would rummage through old packets of pills, tissues and combs to find his notebook. Every night he wrote in the milky pool of light which split from a cheap lamp. In stiff, spiky letters the date was penned and then a couple word comment would follow: “smoking and watching”, “throwing rocks and watching”. Always watching. Then he would carefully close the book and put it back in the draw and slowly swing his legs onto the bed and fall into a light doze. In this way his days went on, the notebook filling up and his legs getting stiffer. During the day he didn't do much, mostly he wandered around his flat and sometimes he did a little shopping. One day, coming home from shopping, he was a little late and bumped into them. At first he stated at them and they looked at him. Both shocked to see one another outside their prescribed ritual. then one nudged the other, grinning menacingly, and he shuffled on head down. They came up beside him and he could see them jeering but a screaming silence surrounded him and he kept walking, humming a concerto and smiling to himself. One of them nudged him and he stumbled, dropping a bag, jars and bottles noiselessly smashed or rolled away. The other came round to his front as he began to climb the stairs to his flat and blocked the doorway. He looked into the face of the young boy and the boy snarled, his lip curling. As if in slow motion the boy raised his hand a touched his frail shoulder. Even with this tiny force he lurched backwards and toppled like a dead weight down the stairs; smashing his head against the pavement at the bottom. They scampered around above his head and he could see them silently shouting at each other, eyes bulging dangerously and glistening with fear. They ran away tripping down the street and he lay on the floor blinking and gurgling as frothy blood spilled over his lips. Ears, redundant, like the stitched on ears of a teddy bear, he slowly slipped away into the darkness. His world as silent on his exit as it had been on his entrance. He couldn't help but laugh in his head; the children had outnumbered him. They really were as mean as they looked.

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