Redundant قصص

An Original Poem (copyright)

My struggles between fantasy and reality and how I project my subjective predilictions towards vessels that aren't meant to contain them. How both aforementioned entities continue as a vicious cycle inside the mind.

My name's Felicia. I have brown hair, green eyes, and a perfect boyfriend named Brandon. And so far, that's all I know about myself. Our author stopped writing our story three years ago, which is why we, the characters, are trying to live our own lives. But the world our author made is scary and a lot more real than us. I guess being in a YA novel is a lot harder than I thought.

The description for this book is the book's description. This book is about the topic of this book. A quick summary would be pointless, due to random statements being scattered throughout. This is the fourth sentence of the description.

A tragedy strikes, intertwined within another. Can She tell him? Will they survive with the tragedy of life. pressurising parents, death, heartbreak. Can they stay together?

Just clusters of words and unwanted letters. --⚘ ⚘ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\

The writers in this project all created their own characters and their interaction with each other. A basic plot appeared in volume one that expanded in various directions as the characters responded to one anothers actions. Our story manager posted the chapters as received, doing her very best to keep things sequential so the story made sense. Because there was little or no consultation, some submissions just couldn't fit in the time line, contradicted the direction or just had no current relevancy. This compendium is simply a collection of those lost souls and their meanings when created.

The intrusive thoughts of how stupid writing any powerful poetry is met with the redundancy of the stupidity of reality. Alongside the trivial nature of appearing deep or smart.

Burnette realized that she Came from Chicago and is a Divergent, Katniss Sent the letter to her mentor, Ash and Serena Travel to Payavi Turema (Island of the Turtle), and The Chicagoans Explore the world.... It can mean one thing.. They were not Alone. Credits to all owners.

Highlighting the hypocrisy of celebrating a national holiday dedicated to women while they are still being oppressed shamelessly.