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_The Good Girl Is Gone_ is about a poem. A dark poem about loneliness and self-harm. Hope you enjoy!

In this heartfelt poem, discover the beauty of a special connection. It's about finding that one person who truly listens, understands, and accepts you for who you are. Through silence and unspoken words, a deep bond is formed. Join the journey of emotions, where whispers hold as much importance as shouts. Experience the power of being heard and seen, as this favorite person becomes a sanctuary of acceptance. Get ready to be touched by the magic of "Unspoken Harmony."

Poetry that I have written. Tell me what you think please? There maybe more but I'm not sure yet.

Vou usar o Wattpad para passar pra vocês, algumas dicas frases e métodos para ajuda no aprendizado do inglês de cada um que precisar aprender, mesmo porque aprender um novo idioma nunca é fácil. Mas podemos aprender de maneira mais prazerosa e produtiva, vamos aos estudos. Não se esqueça de Votar, e também deixar um comentário caso goste do que leu, isso nós motivo à escrever mais, obrigado.

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It's junior year and Halley's has started off less than perfect. Her best friend has just committed suicide after a long battle with depression and Halley doesn't feel. . .anything. It's all blank until she gets a letter from her dead best friend a week after the funeral. And from there, things start changing.

Wally's having a rough day and when everything goes bad, Artemis is there to listen. Lots of Spitfire fluff (ADHD, Hurt, Comfort, Some language not a lot though)

Causally writing 👒

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 . This book shall be here for you , all the videos , pictures or audios used in here are not mine until I claim it .

I'm screaming, pounding on horizontal metal bars, thrashing around. My mind flickers with pictures of my father, memories. His infectious happiness and belly laughter. They surround me, swallow me whole. "Love you now and forever girls." he would always say. But then the slide show of my memories is falling through a crack in the cement jail cell I'm stuck in. It's like every waking moment of my life is being sucked away, pulled from me, held at a distance. "Tess!!!" Nate shakes me awake. I'm engulfed in his blue bed spread. "It's just a dream String Bean, wake up. I'm right here. I'm not leaving." He's towering over my sleeping body and whispering things I can barely understand. "Come on Tessa wake up." he pushes a hand through my hair, over and over again. I carefully slide my eyes open to reveal his concerned expression close to my face in the darkness. My mind rattles and I can't speak so I grab his hand, the one that's tangled up in my hair. He immediately sighs and interlocks his fingers around mine. "It was just a dream. I'm not leaving. I'll never leave." *** If your whole life turns out to be a life, will you ever learn to trust again?

Every night, a little girl told stories to her father.

Songs I like😌

alone with myself...gotta love it...