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Thinking Out Loud

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Our life is like a thorny rose
Not perfect 
But still beautiful.🌹🌹




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Singed - My demon by Skullcandister

A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

If Not Now , Then When? by Sohinigoswami

[featured 4x] A palate of poems. {Some simple words mean really deep. We use them without knowing their true worth... I portray such simple words in my poems.} {You will find long poems, In simple words. Some short ones, And a few deep thoughts} {If not now Then when? Words are crops, we plough. Memories are sand, ashen} ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ This collection of poems is a souvenir of my journey through the range of emotions I feel every day and of how I view the world around me . {Sometimes I lack zeal, Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I don't feel, Anything and everything feels unknown.} ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ 🥇1st place in best book cover in starry sky mini awards... 💫 cover credits - @bl_AcK_zE_rO ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ If you are reading this book somewhere else other than WATTPAD. it's not safe!! Your device is under threat. Please report that site!!! ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ Most impressive ranking #3 in poetry out of 261K on( 1st - 3rd August 2021) #1 in poeticjustice out of 1.4K #1 in poesia out of 12.3K #1 in poembook out of 10.7 K #1 in thoughtsandfeelings out of 9.97 K #1 in poetrycollection out of 22.4K #8 in poem out of 156K on 1st to 6 th July #1 in thoughts out of 73.6 K

THE SAGE'S DeCLASSIFIED SURVIVAL GUIDE (FOR DUDES AND DUDETTES) by Th3Sage97

If life is a struggle then we're a beautiful mess.

I Heart U ( male reader x psychotic furry girl ) by Mrpulsar13

🌹 We all know what's it like to be alone but sometimes it's better that way and if you happen to find the right one? Be careful because you don't know who you'll end up with. Sometimes it's better to be safe than sorry with your new L🩸ver. 🥀 A rose always has it's thorns to draw a little bit of blood if you embrace it... (I don't own none of the art and they are respectfully own by their original owners )

Hope; Louis x Reader (COMPLETED) by http_chxrry

Normally everyone hopes for safety and to make it out alive, but not Louis.. Louis hopes for you to be safe, for you to make it through this and most importantly, you to be strong. !I do not own any of the characters from TWDG! !I suggest you watch or play TWDG before reading this! !This will include mature content (Blood, Sexual content, etc)! !I will be using female pronouns!

The Black Rose by Bubblecorn

Love Though as beautiful as a rose Can bring unbearable pain When pricked by its thorns Just for fun: Click on the background music links on every chapter to better feel the story! Enjoy!

( HOOKER ) by ZOOOTEDD

﹒ made by ; @𝐙𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃. ﹕☆ ㅤ ﹟ yandere! ᵐᵃˡᵉ ᵖʳᵒˢᵗⁱᵗᵘᵗᵉ, ˣ female! ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ㅤ࣭ ㅤׂ : ᯓ ! ﹐ 𓈒ㅤׂ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ꕥ 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ೄྀ࿐ ━━ , 𝙨trong language. sexual content. violence. blood/gore. manipulation. obsession. drug use. stalking. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ❝𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞.❞ ミ★

Red Rover | gxg | Wattys 2023 Winner | ✔ by SmokeAndOranges

[Complete. Wattys 2023 Winner] The Redding takes you if it knows your name. That's the rule that's kept Meg alive --- or awake, rather --- since the night the world went to hell. Nobody knows where the red stuff came from, but it acts like water, it's in the water, and it falls as rain every night. The people it captures drop like puppets with their strings cut. They're asleep, not dead, and you can wake them if you say their name again. But then they just try to kill you. Meg and the other survivors she's befriended think they've found a stable equilibrium, six weeks after the catastrophe began. Nicknames become real names, and Meg knows she's getting better at identifying safe houses. Her crush discovers that Morse code, like writing, is a safe way to say a Sleeper's name. It's the night after learning it that Meg wakes up just as the nightly rain is starting. Raindrops, as it turns out, can make dots and dashes, too. The Redding can talk. And it's telling her to run. ❖❖❖ Complete. Wattys 2023 Winner. Featured on: @Wattpad - Embrace the Fear: Horror Stories @WattpadExplorer - Embrace the Fear: Scary Stories @Creators - Scary Stories to Read in the Dark @Wattpad Explorer - From Our Creators @dystopianapocalypse - Featured D&A Stories @Wattpad Explorer - Why Not Buy Some Flowers @Fright - Featured Stories Comments and critiques are both welcome and appreciated. I write characters from many different backgrounds, with many different experiences. If you share those traits and find that I have misrepresented anything, please let me know! I am feedback-friendly and here to learn :)

Wretched Roses √ by WriterNm

She gazed into her dark brown eyes with lust and pain. A rose as red as her tainted lips she'd put behind her ear, still holding it there, never wanting to let go. She put her forehead against hers as she whispered "You're just like a rose, beautiful but when you come too close you sting, not wanting others to see the pain behind your beauty. But you know what, I'm not scared, I won't give up on you no matter how much you make me bleed." She looked deep in thought, biting her lip and raising one of her eyebrows, and finally, she pressed her tainted lips against hers, letting their lips collide. They knew, that now, they would forever crave each others touch, they were in too deep. They'd fallen too hard. Never did they expect that their story wouldn't end there, and that years later they would be telling this exact story to none other than their own kids. Started: 11th September 2019 Finished: 20th June 2021

Survive: Collected Poems by ellrose1895

~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.

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Singed - My demon

A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.