နင့်ကို virgin ဖြစ်မယ်လို့ ငါမထင်ခဲ့ဘူးသိလား၊နင့် ကောင်မလေးထပ် အရင်နင်နဲ့ အတူ နေဖြစ်မိတာကိုတော့ ငါကျေနပ်မိရမှာပဲ။တစ်ခုတော့ ပြောမယ်၊ငါတို့ ဒီကိစ္စကို လုပ်တဲ့အချိန်နင့်ဘက်က သူ့ကို စိတ်ထဲ ထုတ်ထားပြီး ငါ့အကြောင်းပဲ တွေးရမယ်။ငါ့ကို .... လို့ နင့်ကို ခေါ်စေချင်တယ်၊အဆင်ပြေတယ်မလား။

A place for my art! A new one lol- Gonna have a lot of osc things, not too much OC content BFDI and II will totally dominate this book Anyways, hope you like it!

Poetry for the dreamers, the broken, the hopeful, and the lost. This collection of poems unravels the emotions we all carry-love that stays, pain that lingers, dreams that fade, and the strength that remains. Read, feel, and find yourself in the lines. #1 in thought-provoking 1.3.25 #1 in deeppoetry 1.3.25 #2 in deeppoems 14.3.25 #4 in deepemotions 1.3.25 #3 in thoughtsandfeelings 14 .3.25 #4 in freeverse 22.3.25 #10 in poems 24.3.25 #7 in poetry 26.3.25 #10 in advice 3.4.25 #11 in easyread 3.4.25

Author:Empire Black Knight Alternative names:全民游戏：从丧尸末日开始挂机 Genre:Action, Adventure, Fantasy Source:Webnovel Status:Ongoing Rating: 8.6/10 from 3069 ratings Fang Heng was transmigrated to a parallel world and his soul was forced into the body of a man who had just committed suicide. Huh? What? Every human here was being forced to join a game? Those who refused would be killed? Wait? This suicide dude was a pro gamer? He had the highest S-rank talent sill, the Zombie Clone? Damn! The S-rank skill evolved! My zombie clones could auto hunt! [Your zombie army has crafted Wooden Axe x720 when you were offline. You have received 1921 experience points for the Basic Crafting skill.] [Your zombie army has chopped down 27,821 trees and gathered 128,973 pieces of wood while you were offline. You have received 2,171,921 experience points for the Basic Wood Chopping skill.] Just as the rest of the players were struggling to survive in the zombie apocalyptic game, Fang Heng's zombie clones were starting to clear every resource out of the forest. Hm... What an interesting game

I wrote you a book, and I hope it finds you one day. For now let it meet you piece by piece, maybe you'd understand why I decided to stay. Forgive me for I still love you. For I loved you, more than I knew.

ខ្ញុំស្រឡាញ់ម៉ាក់បង្កើតខ្ញុំ តែខ្ញុំមិនចង់មានខ្សែជីវិតដូចគាត់ទេ ហើយក៏រឹតតែមិនចង់ឲ្យកូនរបស់ខ្ញុំមានខ្សែជីវិតដូចជាខ្ញុំដែរ។

꒰ ● ꒱ ୨୧ 𝓸𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 ꒰ ●● ꒱ ୨୧ 𝓹𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 ꒰ ●●● ꒱ ୨୧ 𝓬𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 ──────────────── ིྀ 𝓚𝙚𝙚𝙥 your 𝓛𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝓡𝙚𝙙 to look like 𝓢𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 in the 𝓢𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜..... 🍓 ིྀ ⸺ ⠀ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 ──────────────── ིྀ 𝙑𝘼 :: ꒰ 𝓟𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙎𝙏𝓛𝙄𝙓𝙄𝙀 ꒱ ୨୧

This book holds poems woven from dreams, a tapestry of fantasy and obsession, daring to explore the depths of my emotions beyond mere definition. ˚❀　.　˚　　✦　　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿.　˚　　❀ .　˚✦　.  ✿ 　　˚　　 ❀　　*　˚　 　❀　✦　˚ . For me every soul has a simple story, one that unfolds directly. But when it comes to poems, they transcend the ordinary. They are profound, open to interpretation, deciphered through the unique lens of your own perception. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Soo..shall we uncover the magic within these pages, together exploring the spectrum of emotions and the captivating landscapes of fantasy? Umm..I'll take it as yes (*≧∀≦*) N PLS DON'T MIND MY DESCRIPTION M REALLY NOT GOOD AT IT (￣▽￣) ◇Used Pictures are not mine ◇Source: pinterest ♡So picture CREDIT goes to the rightful Author*

စိုင်းတည်တံ့ဉီး + နှိုင်းမြတ်ဘုန်း

Let's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth. And I advise you don't either, it's what makes us who we are.