Suffer Histoires

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Here you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check up on your friends, your family, your acquaintances, your enemies and people you don't even know. You never know what they're going through, and the difference you might make to them.

I still remember the day we met, the day we fell in love, the days we cherished our memories, and how happy we were. It feels like yesterday. But the question is, "Is it still the same?" I fell in love with him. He never even thought twice, he just held me tightly. It feels like heaven when we both love each other and keep each other close. How we hold each other, how happy we are to have each other. I wish I could turn back time to those days when our love was new and everything felt perfect. I long for the moments when our hearts beat as one and nothing else mattered. I want to reignite the spark that made our love so special. I hope we can find our way back to the love we had yesterday. I understood that all I could do now was visit the places we once shared, hoping to feel his presence again. Finding peace in revisiting our pure love in my mind, replaying those precious moments like a cherished movie. Despite knowing he couldn't return to me. Yet deep down, I knew I could never fully reclaim the love of yesterday, not the love but the man I love. But the answer to the question in my mind was that it would be the same as yesterday, Each detail we have will remain unchanged. But the painful truth was that yesterday still had a missing piece, and it's you. My Blake Nathan Buenavinz Alvero, my only man.

Randomly uploading this masterpiece. Mugdha Bajwa - 19 Years Old A lively, spirited girl with a heart full of dreams. Often overshadowed and dominated by certain family members, Mugdha finds her solace in her mother-her one true comfort zone. Though academics never truly captured her interest, she harbors a quiet ambition: to one day become a teacher. With her dusky complexion and naturally wavy hair that frames her face perfectly, Mugdha's beauty is both striking and graceful-radiating charm in the most unassuming way. Akhand Pratap Chaturvedi - 25 Years Old A man wrapped in silence, carrying the weight of his past like a shadow. He has everything a man could ask for-wealth, education, and power. But ironically, he desires none of it. The emptiness within him outweighs all he possesses. His sanctuary-his mother-walked away from him, unable to bear the consequences of his own actions. Since then, he's been a shell of the man he once was, living like a lifeless soul in a world that no longer moves him. A gold medalist from his university, Akhand once had a brilliant future ahead. Now, the only thing that stirs any feeling within him is the haunting melody of his flute-his one remaining escape, his unspoken language of pain.

What used to be Ed just stepping on you has become much, much worse.

I steal from google bb

The two devils

A girl who was sold by her cruel step father. To some dangerous men, will she survive? Who knows, let's find out!

❝Silly genshin oneshots of my imagination!<3 I do not own any of the characters nor art in the background btw!★❞

This is about me. My life. Who I am. Who I wish I was. What I wish I could change. Everything. These are Poems of the ordinary emo kid.

No story, only poetry.

A blood moon calling fiction. Hope you Enjoy! Date written: 11/30/2021 #Wattpad2021

A THIRD INSTALMENT!! WOOT!!

A group that started out amazingly well, ends up being nothing at all. Who knows how they'll meet again?