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welcome to the inner workings of my brain.

Asher was mine. He was mine, until he left me, broken and cracked. Two weeks and twelve hours. I wish I was real. Wish I could come back. But I can't. And I miss them all.

New day - new something. *ignore the randomness of my brain*

poems and lyrics about depression, anxiety and loss

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A COLLECTION OF MIDNIGHT THOUGHT WHICH TOOK A FORM OF POETRY..

A book of morbid, dark poems.

Sometimes, you have to write what you feel and what's in your head in hopes someone will notice and care...

~Had this on another account and decided to move it here~ This is going to basically be my dream journal. Except I'm sharing it. This is what my mind says to me while I sleep. It can get weird and I can get dark sometimes. I'll try my best to put warnings before the chapters so just be careful. You're basically taking a step into my head, so I hope you enjoy.

(2022-2024) just a collection of poems i've written photo creds: myself AKA: words kept secret: a poem collection of a heartbroken, lovesick, teenager copywrite 2024

This is just a whole re-do of my work. I'll be sharing some of my poetry that I worked on myself. I want to share something from my heart with other people so if you copy my work, I'll be under your bed with a shotgun😚

just some poems or whatever comes to my mind.

A collection of fragments - whispered emotions in whatever language they choose. Between sleep and waking, in the place where my dreams speak first.

Connections are real and there's someone out there who can bring everything you thought was hidden out. Have you ever heard about a passion that runs so deep it calms busy waters. Finding it is rare and heres a look of what rare passion does to the mind. *** I know the description is vage but I promise if u love poems you will love these small glimpes of my rare passion.*** **Please excuse all spelling and grammer errors. This is my first time writing for others to see. Please leave your comments I'll love the feedback....

I have never been good with words, so all my thoughts come out in poetry form. I just now started to write them down. Enjoy.

my drunk words are sober thoughts i've never had the courage to say out loud.

Are you familiar with the darkest part of the forest

Sciamachy ; a battle against imaginary enemies ; fighting your shadow. You are your own worst enemy, no matter how much you are praised, loved, or cherished. You still find flaws within yourself that you wish would stay in the shadows. A collection of my own works. Some may be poetry, some may be random drabbles, and everything in between. A glimpse inside the mind of a youthful dreamer of words.

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