Daking: My Altered Ego (Who I Really Am)
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  • Reads 1,275
  • Votes 407
  • Parts 30
  • Time 53m
Ongoing, First published Nov 01, 2017
"12 years... 12 years since I have really actually freely expressed myself in the form of writing.  Of course, back then I was a mere child writing fan-fictions and exaggerating the truth.. but now? Has anything truly changed other than hitting adulthood?  There are so many questions that I have for myself that I do not know if I can answer... Am I truly the person that I want everyone to see?" ~ Deken L. Taylor
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In this personal narrative novel,  Deken tracts his daily life as he tries to find out more about himself through writing and poetry. You are bound to enjoy his journal, as it is filled with MANY laughs, a few tears, and shocking thrills!
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❝you've been broken for long, come, let me heal you again❞ the darkest valleys of soul have been broken for long. let's burn our inner flames again, soaring so high, it makes the stars smile again. let the journey begin. bon voyage. ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ a guide for general titles: ♥ → poetry ♣ → short story/one shot ✦ → letter/notes ➤ → shorter quotes/collection of quotes ➷ → ai-generated poetries [serves as a memoir, please skip] content warning for dark themes (most of them are implied and clearly mentioned beforehand) | Featured in "Poetry Collection" of @WattpadAnthologies | ❮ cover credits: a friend made it for me long ago back in 2018 ❯ ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ highest ranking: #1 in microtale #3 in wordporn Thanks for stopping by, Saramitra