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You lit up my inner fires, and then kissed me goodbye. You put my heart on the pedestal of head and glory and then your affairs hailed me out of sight. So here I am left wailing in the hindsight of your lies, cause you never belonged to me, I realised.

just what i've been feeling.

The Last Breath is a poetical short story. As words are stripped bare to a minimum amount, the impact of a word increases. I hope you enjoy this emotional ride I'm offering you. Be kind to yourself. Every breath could be your last. ~she~ A/N : Hi breathing humans! This is my first time trying something poetical. So please write me feedback about this but I hope that you would be kind in your feedback. Lastly, please do not copy my work and this book's story is mainly from my own imagination so there isn't supposed to be any relation to other's books. Pictures in the chapters are not mine. Hopefully, you stick around ps. these chapters are really short, they don't take you much time to read them. so please give it a try ;) Rankings: #3 in poetical (22/06/20) #2 in poetical (30/06/20)

well, it's about a young 15 year old girl who has been going through some struggles and she just really want to die and she tried to kill herself it's all because she's tired of living and it's just alot of drama and she just slowly giving up.

A historical fiction in the land of injohan, when a great Castle fell because of a inevitable love for a statue

A collection of poetry and some snippets of metaphorical pieces that I write mostly about my life's problems and depression. I write about my experiences, how they make me feel inside, and sometimes what I do to cope. Possibly Poetry contains hopeful poems, love poems, and tragic poems, along with some random ones thrown in there. There are warnings before possibly triggering pieces, read at your own risk! [Cover by @rainbow_harpy on Twitter]

"Sometimes I wonder what type of poems I would've written if you stayed." Eliza loved deeply, but never loudly. Her heart didn't ask for grand gestures or spotlighted moments - just quiet presence, steady warmth, and someone who saw her without needing to be told. Even at her happiest, she braced for the ending. As if joy was something borrowed, not owned. As if letting herself feel it fully would make it slip faster through her fingers. She had learned to prepare for goodbye, even while still holding on.

I Drowned in Myself is not a survival guide. It's a confession-raw, unfiltered, and quietly aching. It's the story of a soul unraveling beneath its own weight, where healing is uncertain and hope flickers in the distance like a fading star. Through poetic prose and visceral truths, this book invites you inside the silent battles of depression-the moments when breathing feels like a betrayal, when mirrors no longer recognize you, and when your own mind becomes both a war zone and a graveyard. Scarwright doesn't offer answers. Instead, they offer honesty. A hand in the dark. A voice that whispers, "You are not alone." This is not the end. It might not even be the beginning. But it is the moment you realize that simply existing-even in pieces-is an act of rebellion.

Mother's arms are more comforting Than anyone else's. - - - - - - - - - - - This mother's day let's hear from a daughter, A short poetic tale for her mother, a fighter... #1=shorttale #3= loveyoumaa 🏅Won and added to ambassadorsIN reading list All rights reserved © nira014 2019

🖤 words crossed and patterned in just the right way to hopefully make some sort of sense to the reader 🖤 My 2018 edition Highest rank: #1 in Poetical #44 in Finding

A real trophy wife isn't a criminal mind

Everything will be revealed very soon.. But for now please read on and enjoy yourself's in this magical fantasy story from me for you!

My entry for @ambassadorsIN contest All rights reserved©nira014

This is just a book really about my 2 a.m thoughts. How I view life and what makes me who I am. A piece of mature advice you can say as well. I promise it'll be worth your time. Plus will give you wider perception about life and what surrounds it.

It's poetry.

Warm. Cold. Happiness. Sadness. Emotions that are too close to eachother. -Shortstory -Poetical This Story is mine. If you find it somewhere else it's stolen.

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