❝ And as I reread each word written in the state where my inner turmoils -or as some people like to call them 'demons'- were present, I silently wished I never wrote it in the first place. As I listen to each word written with such sadness; a sadness only I could understand yet haven't really understood it to that dept, I question my reality. Reality is hard to accept. It's crushing. It's maddening. It is what bounds us to who we are expected to be and what we've truly become. My reality shows me that I'm the bane of my existence; an unacceptable truth ❞
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Eunoia • Book Three
Poezja𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❞ • • • • • Book Three of Eunoia (Bea...
