~Feelings Purette~

~Feelings Purette~

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Respect the elegance of writing, communication, and music. Those things are a part of our every day lives. Even if you don't really care... Think again. They are good words and sounds, even if they don't mean well. Most of these poems are based off of my feelings and thoughts and what I see around me. This is how I see the beautiful world itself and not through what other people tell me. I only focus on my words, because sometimes other people's words are wrong. Don't get me wrong, I respect everyone's opinion, but I do this so I can also share my part. I hope you enjoy this beautiful collection of poems I have made myself. It will cause confusion and maybe some wrong feelings towards me, but All I want to do is show the world what I think about it. I hope you do not misunderstand me, world. I will try my best.
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I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.

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