Songs I Write

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I just wanted to share them.
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Please don't steal.
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If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks.
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13 years old, England.All Rights Reserved

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𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. original poetry i wrote at fourteen.

This is for anyone, anyone at all, who has ever hated themselves. It is something I wish someone wrote down, so that's what I'm doing. Please don't hate yourself. You are human, and that is something to be proud of. So whenever you feel bad, please just take a look at this.

This is my poetry and many more to come. thank you for reading . If you feel what I do, then I know it's real. "All poetry is written by me , do not take something and don't give credit for!"

Hello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 18 years old, England.

This is mainly full of song lyrics. Sorry. I'm not creative enough to actually make short stories. There are, like, two chapters that are short stories, but that's it. TW: If you're easily disturbed by talk or mention of suicide, some chapters are not for you (i.e. My R, Her Last Words, Willow Tree). You may skip these chapters if you please. ALSO, there is some strong language (i.e. fuck, shit, asshole, etcetera). Please be mindful of that. Thank you for your time.

RHYMES OF MELANCHOLY by ashamelessintrovert

POEM COMPILATION *** Under the gaze of the moonlight, The stars asked three people that night, "What will you give in exchange for my light?" The doctor answered, "I'll give you my sight, So you will see the world in someone's eyes." The teacher said, "I'll offer you my wisdom, So you will build knowledge in your kingdom." The last one who talk only seldom, Stared at the stars with a lonely smile, "I am a poet, and I will not lie, I cannot give you a sight, nor I can be wise, I have nothing in my life but sadness only, So I offer you the RHYMES OF MY MELANCHOLY."

and only you.

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