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5 senses All five senses are screaming nonsense, They are aggravated because you swept them off baby, You could have been discreet, But my eyeballs keep rolling, In your direction, Because your walk is alluring. You could have raised the tone, But your baritone delivered my ears from noise, And relieved it with your very own inspired song, No wonder you are claimed as 1derful. Now, my, Taste buds couldn't acknowledge you, There are already weaken by your tongue, You indeed master your words and the desserts they serve, Making my tummy rejoice without ever tasting. And hmmm, How you smell good! Nah, this might be a lie, Never have I come close to your natural scent, But the pleasentness you give to the rest of my senses is your pass. Touch, That's right, you have that touch, That only endurant souls  simultaneously leave and hold. My 5 senses are on the edge, As you keep "em interested, Captive, they are, Still screaming nonsense, Who c

Growing up as only child has giving me a rare view of life, I’ve been constantly tagged with the only child syndrome with this tag which is somewhat overwhelming most times.  Just to correct the notion I don’t think any child decides to be an only child really, we should stop that. I’m an only child and aside growing up without siblings I don’t think I’m less of a human being than people with siblings. I never personally chose my status as an only child. The feeling that comes with being an only child could be somewhat contradictory at some points, one minute I’m excited about the new video game my dad bought for me and the next I feel bad because I’ve seen the game is fun in a two player mode, one moment I’m excited about my big box of clothes and the next I wonder what it would have felt like if I had  senior sister to give me hand-me-downs or a younger sister who would constantly borrow my clothes and wear them when they feel I’ve forgotten. This roller-coaster feeling is