chiquitita

chiquitita

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whatever i want. may contain 2am poetry and 11am rants. may contain sudden bursts of love and realisations that death is upon us all and none of us really have an control over our own lives because... wait for it... society is a b*?-!6*0k15!.&-"** do what you wanna do man enough precursoring if youre gonna read it go ahead if youre not eh. property of @irxdeo (ira deo) plagirism will not be appreciated, dont be a copycat kiddo, crawl back into your little life and look for some creativity among the pile of dirty magazines and unoriginal "art" laying on your bed you know who you are and yes i just targeted you publicly. yes, i know youre reading. imma do whatever i feel like thats all i will say now good night live your lives be kind kthanksbye
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Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

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