Fragil povestiri

"He never intended to love her, but she became the poison he couldn't resist, the addiction he couldn't shake." -- "P-please d-don't l-leave me a-alone" she said with a terrified voice and he just stared at her coldly making her gulp down . "Am I your baby-sitter , TELL ME!" he shout for which she flinched badly . But soon, he regreted his action seeing her eyes glittering with tears. -- ▽Content warning ▽ • Mature language and theme. • mention of smoking • dark Romance • Do not read if underage - remember It's my original work, do not PLAGIARISE. ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ @Lɪʟ_ʏ001 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 written 𝙗𝙮 : @𝐓𝐡𝐯𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐳_𝟕

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poem and thoughts I am a melancholic poet, plunged into the depths of the human soul. My words flourish at the crossroads of death, absence, nostalgia, regret, and the past. Each verse I write is an exploration of the complex emotions that weave our existence, an attempt to capture the ephemeral and to give voice to what is often left unsaid. My poems are reflections on lost memories and fleeting encounters, wanderings in the meanders of time where the weight of absence resonates with poignant intensity. Through my pen, I seek to convey the tragic beauty of life and the echo of the voices that haunt us, inviting the reader to feel the depth of these universal sentiments.

¿Han sentido esa sensación de bienestar genuino después de subir una pendiente? Pues imaginen que esa pendiente se convierte en una caída, y que no caíste sólo, sino fuiste empujado.

*Previously know as Vicious* Ruthless He's heartless He's cruel He has a damn good look He's vicious He's Ulysses Vecchi The man who is a kill machine The man who tortures everyone who stand in his way He's a vicious man who get what he wants He is my curse But I fell Oh God I fell too hard I fell into his Embrace His dangerous embrace .... She is sweet She's kind She's gentle She has a fucking sweet look She's my vicious She's Lucy Jones The girl who is totally opposite to me The girl who likes to help everyone She is my sweet curse But I fell Oh fuck I fell too damn hard I fell into her Embrace Her lovely embrace

That smell again For a moment everything stopped. It felt as if the world had frozen and the only thing my senses could perceive was her essence. It was a soft scent, not too sweet, but not too bitter. It was a perfect harmony, a scent that perhaps many could perceive, but only I could appreciate; at least that's what I believed. I could sense her presence from miles away, as if she was the only person in the room, and after that moment I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

Azucena. No, no es una flor; aunque fácilmente podría serlo. Azucena es una niña. ¿Una niña debe jugar y estudiar, no? Bueno, ella no lo hace. Azucena se ha convertido en tendencia. Sí, todas las niñas hacen lo mismo que ella. Pero no, no vayan a creer que lo hace por gusto o por ocio. Ella no tiene opción. Lamentablemente ahora todas las niñas están en la misma dirección de Azucena. Todas se encuentran a la vuelta de la esquina.

Baladas são ambientes que jovens vão para paquerar, beber, curtir música e também dançar. Na cidade de Saltare a dança é levada bem a sério, sendo ela o foco de toda a hierarquia social presente nas baladas.

In a world where emotions are bottled and crying is forbidden. After Tess breaks a rule she is thrown into a world full of sex, drugs, and blood. She is handed to creed. Seeing the fear in her eyes, creed decides to keep her for fun. Love was the last thing on their mind as they meet but passion soon blooms between them.

Volví a caer en mis pensamientos débiles y destructivos,volví a sentir este vacío que me trae angustia y desespero volví simplemente a ser nada . Tengo esta sensación de haber perdido todo sin siquiera haber construido algo el sentir que merezco todo esto que esta incrustado en la fragilidad de mis pensamientos me hace pensar en cuan rota estoy y aunque lucho todos los días conmigo ,no creo poder gritar lo que siento y mucho menos decir a que tengo miedo ,porque ni siquiera eso podría llegar hacer no sabría ni cómo iniciar diciendo cómo siento

Es un historia sin cauce ni rumbo, solo dejen que las corriente los lleve.

hello there, my name is Nina Giavianni Saitlauren my life was a perfect life, clothes, boyfriend, friends, family. I had it all, I devoted myself to dancing my life away, I danced until my toes bleed through my shoes, i danced cause i found solance in the music and how captivated every piece of skin that moved to its rythm, i danced cause I was the best, and I wanted to be the best and remain that way, this is not a story of how dementia cursed me through my years as I was hunted by music and my very own demons, am was not the perfect doll you migh imangine, I was the darkness in the light, the demon in your night, this is the story of how I killed my self and its consequences.

◐∇◐◐∇◐◐∇◐◐∇◐◐∇◐ What am I when I don't need to pretend? When I am my own company? When I am in the comfort of a quiescent place? Our true faces remain hidden under expensive suits and cases. And "The Faces of Nudity" prompts a different gaze to these blured faces. ◐∇◐◐∇◐◐∇◐◐∇◐◐∇◐

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hannah lineth es unachica de 20 años con un problema desde nacimiento es demaciado sencible al contacto fisico ya que con un golpe ligero se puede dislocar cualquier parte del cuerpo o sacarce moretes grandes ella no le gusta su enfermedad pero ... que sucedera

Las palabras de dejo, en suspiros que se lleva el viento, como hoja marchitas que sin mas se irán volando, la realidad no es siempre como todos la queremos ver, así es lo que nos puede traer a muchos momento en la que sintamos como la desesperación nos ahoga...todas las lagrimas que dejaremos ir.. todo ese llanto sirve para encontrar consuelo de alguna forma... Aveses ese escudo que tenemos no nos proteje de todo.. poder sentirnos identificados nos puede ayudar a levantarnos...tal vez buscar una razón o solo desahogarnos....si decides entrar para leer dejo en tus manos la interpretación de cada uno de los poemas que contiene ente libro, estos poemas no tienen todo...Puedes buscar el sentido o dejarlo así.. Todos los poemas y demás escrito aquí le pertenecen y son propiedad de el usuario Weid-Blooud Prohibido todo plagio, copia y o robo sin autorización de la escritora

Historias pequeñas con o sin conexión, reales o del subconsciente, propias o ajenas. Tu juicio es el único que puede responder a tus propias dudas.

Despre ce este vorba : In mare parte este vorba despre un pusti care a trecut prin viata. Toata discutia se invarte in jurul "Suferintei" cum ne influenteaza ea viata si cum putem trece peste aceasta etapa de suferinta. La inceput o sa prezinte defapt cum a fost viata lui dupa ce s-a nascut si ce a aflat la putin timp dupa accea, a primit o lovitura foarte grea pentru el, deoarece la 10 ani aflase ca el trebuia sa aibe inca un frate. Majoritatea rad de el si de accea el fiind prea naiv se lasa dus de val si ajunge chiar la gandul de sinucidere, mai multe ve-ti afla pe parcurs ce cititi.