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[ V E R Y V E R Y S L O W U P D A T E S ] highest rank #6 in #bicycle ❝ have you ever hated yourself so much that you wanted to kill yourself? have you ever hated yourself so much that you'd doubt the fact of if you ever deserve people? have you ever been so attached to someone that arguing with them hurts you bad! bad enough to bring you down to the verge of tears and have you ever felt so lonely that you'd wish to be dead? It's weird how we have people all around us. yet we feel so lonely. at least I feel so lonely. way too much. so much that I can't explain it. it breaks up heart. and it makes me cry. every single thing makes me cry. and it's sad how there's no one i could go to when I'm sad. no one I could go to when I want to cry. let my feelings out. Every single night, I cry myself to sleep. Remembering how I had no happy memories.I cry how the people I love the most aren't there for me when I need them the most. It breaks me. EVERY SINGLE DARN TIME. It makes me jealous when I see others spending time with their loved ones. So damn jealous. It makes re-think if I'm worth any time of my loved ones. ❞ p.s. i made the cover
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My Poetry Escape

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.

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