bps2
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Joined Feb 1st, 2025
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Hello! I'm Bps2, an official accessory creator for Brickplanet. I have a total of 600+ group members and 200+ clothing/models sales. Thank you for checking my page!
Worked and working on many important projects for Brickplanet👀
Worked and working on many important projects for Brickplanet👀
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Oh, desperate hunter, chasing delight,
grasping at shadows that fade in the night.
You dress up in charm, but it's all just a trick,
a hollow mirage, a game played too quick.
You count your triumphs, yet none know your name,
a king of illusions, a pawn in the game.
You claim to be wanted, admired, adored,
but love isn’t bought, and you can't afford.
Fleeting embrace, but your soul stays cold,
a castle of sand that can never hold.
When beauty has faded and whispers grow dim,
you'll drown in the silence—no one calls him.
So revel in vanity, bask in your pride,
but when dust takes your throne, there's nowhere to hide.
grasping at shadows that fade in the night.
You dress up in charm, but it's all just a trick,
a hollow mirage, a game played too quick.
You count your triumphs, yet none know your name,
a king of illusions, a pawn in the game.
You claim to be wanted, admired, adored,
but love isn’t bought, and you can't afford.
Fleeting embrace, but your soul stays cold,
a castle of sand that can never hold.
When beauty has faded and whispers grow dim,
you'll drown in the silence—no one calls him.
So revel in vanity, bask in your pride,
but when dust takes your throne, there's nowhere to hide.
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Josh_ua
I put this text through 5 ai text detectors only 2 said it was 100% ai generated
4 months ago
Josh_ua
Anyways ima be gone for about a few minutes to make sure everything’s up and running
4 months ago
Oh lussurioso, patetico clown,
brami corpi, ma resti un buffone in town.
Strisci come un cane dietro ogni ombra,
ma resti un verme che nessuno ricorda.
Ti credi un re, ma sei solo un vizio,
un burattino con l'ego in supplizio.
La classe? Un mito, il rispetto? Un'idea,
sei solo un'ombra che nessuno brama.
Vivi di piaceri, ma il vuoto ti inghiotte,
sei un fantoccio che il tempo si fotte.
Alla fine, nessuno ti piange, né chiama,
resti il nulla che pensavi di amare.
brami corpi, ma resti un buffone in town.
Strisci come un cane dietro ogni ombra,
ma resti un verme che nessuno ricorda.
Ti credi un re, ma sei solo un vizio,
un burattino con l'ego in supplizio.
La classe? Un mito, il rispetto? Un'idea,
sei solo un'ombra che nessuno brama.
Vivi di piaceri, ma il vuoto ti inghiotte,
sei un fantoccio che il tempo si fotte.
Alla fine, nessuno ti piange, né chiama,
resti il nulla che pensavi di amare.
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Josh_ua
Alright time to translate : Oh lustful, pathetic clown, you crave bodies, but you remain a buffoon in town. You crawl like a dog behind every shadow, but you remain a worm that no one remembers. You think you're a king, but you're just a vice, a puppet with an ego in torture. Class? A myth, respect? An idea, you're just a shadow that no one craves. You live on pleasures, but the void swallows you, you're a puppet that time hates. In the end, no one cries for you, nor calls, you remain the nothingness that you thought you loved.
4 months ago
