My purpose is to…
Your purpose is worthless.
I don't write. I create.
My purpose is to…
Your purpose is worthless.
A joke.

Not one š©
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-No lies
Stuffed.
Iām looking at it.
We were once good friends…

āUnique, why rent when you can buy your own house. Renting is wasted money.ā
Unique- so, you own your own house?
āYes, I pay Ā£400 PCM on a mortgage.ā
HOMEOWNERS
A mortgage is a glorified loan. Donāt lecture me about my money.
You donāt own shit until you own every brick, not 34% of it. Outright ownership, legit shit.
So the next time you wanna preach to me about why I rent. My money is my money and every penny is well spent.
Acknowledge this:
My life is not bankrolled by handouts.
My home isnāt funded by an ex.
My home wasnāt gifted to me because I have a baby.
Iāll always earn my way and pay for my life. I donāt need a man or a fucking mortgage – Iām independent.

Unique: What do you want?
DR: To heal you.
Unique: How will you do that?
DR: Through love, honour and respect.
Unique: How do you know this will work?
DR: Iāve been trying to tell you from day one.
Unique: Can I take both?
DR: Only one. The red pill or the blue one!
Unique: Iāll take the blue. I canāt stand the pain anymore; I hate love and I hate this life too. My heart canāt be fixed and my mind processes too much. I think about the time wasted and how much love I poured into every touch.
DR: Well Unique, I must say, the red pill is most certainly for you. We canāt neglect a mind like yours in this day.
The sun will come out.
Iām hideous.

I donāt think twice
Lemon slice on ice is one of the things that I like
I post what I like!
My blog aināt defined by all the things in my life.
I write how I write.
If you donāt like, click unfollow and no goodbye
I aināt got the time
Donāt sleep with a watch on, so these moments fly by.
I create all the time
Walk with a notepad, to record parts of life.
Iām so divine.
My name is Unique and I heard this online.
You need me in your life.
Iām evaluating options and need to issue a few fines.
I donāt pray at any time.
God never answers his prayers soak in some brine.
I know how to mime.
Like Charlie Chaplin imma mime through time.
S/O to Creative Writers! āŗļø
Reeses pieces on my titties? Never. No.
You made.
You poured.
I sipped.
I dismissed.
We kissed.
Coffee lips.
I quit. Thatās it.
Your truest vision.
Iām tired and itās Friday.
Fucking Friday.

My womb is sacred.
I would never share my unique energy with just anyone.
I would never allow a man who isnāt worthy, to be inside me.

Theyāve been negative lately.

For the joy of your lips over my face.
The feel of your body pressed against my heart.
I thought we had ended before we hit green on start.

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