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Pensamientos de una mente perdida

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¿Alguna vez te has ahogado en tus pensamientos? ¿Pasado tanto tiempo pensando sobre algo y terminar en nada? Hablo de una sensación que te atrapa, que no te deja respirar; y por más que intentes pensar en una solución, al pensarlo, terminas cayendo en una confusión más grande que finalmente no te permite llegar a nada. Y de esta manera, hora por hora; día por día; año tras año. Y cuando lo vuelves a pensarlo, te das cuenta de que no has llegado a nada; nada, nada, nada. Te cansas de pensar y empiezas a hartarte. Y lo único que puedes concluir, es que vives en los pensamientos de una mente pérdida. Aquí, podrás encontrar los míos propios que, ¿quién sabe?, tal vez se asemejen a los tuyos.All Rights Reserved

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DO YOU REMEMBER ME? (Completed) by skylight_blue

.( only for 17+ ....mature language will be there...so read on your own risk...) This is My story so do not copy it... (\_/) ( °¢° ) .How could it be? When I look at you Faraway memories come back to life It's always like that When I look at you I see the lost memories from you Protect yourself from disappearing When things get hard, remember me I really wanted you So I hope you'll stop for a moment and look at me I can't stop, I'm afraid I can't control myself, what do I do? Look at me, remember me It happens even when I try When I'm in front of you Memories I want to forget come back to life Protect yourself from disappearing When things get hard, remember me I really wanted you So I hope you'll stop for a moment and look at me I can't stop, I'm afraid I can't control myself, what do I do? Look at me, remember me Protect yourself from disappearing When things get hard, remember me I really wanted you So I hope you'll stop for a moment and look at me I can't stop, I'm afraid I can't control myself, what do I do? Look at me, remember me

Reveries and Musings by RomanticCynic

Everyone, during some point in their life, experiences emotions, situations and adversities that changes them, sometimes for the better, and sometimes, for the worse. And then there are times when we seem to leave our body mentally, to introspect about the world, its workings, and the people living in it. Everyone has that time in their lives where they wonder about how minds work, how relationships thrive, and what makes them, them. Sometimes, it's at night when you're going to bed, and life seems just a little different when there isn't any light illuminating it. Maybe it's in the shower, where tears mix with the water, and go unnoticed. Maybe it's early in the morning, just before dawn, when the idea of starting afresh doesn't seem quite so daunting. But remember. You're you because of your past. And you're no less than anybody else. Join me as I put words to my innermost feelings, as I voice my opinions. Join me as I gather the courage to write down thoughts that run through every person's mind at least once in their lives. Join me as I break conventions, as I rant and rave my way through these emotions, challenges, difficulties, opinions, that have the power to make me, or break me. In the end though, the choice will always be mine.

rose in the desert by aa809096

I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5

The Inconvenience by 1ov31y13

This short story is about the perspective of a woman named Niya who is the main character. Niya moved out of her old neighborhood away from her family and old friends, choosing new surroundings and a new life. Her family didn't give her much attention nor love when she was younger so it lowered her value for herself, including past experiences when she felt used to feeling more confident in herself and when socializing. She thinks that by moving, it'll be a new start for everything, maybe even hopefully meeting new people who can fulfill her loneliness, and do more. Sometimes, her sadness gets a hold of her and causes her to lack motivation sometimes, especially on preparing her new house. She enjoys nature and prayer quite a lot because it calms her down with the beauty of it. She got a bit used to most of her surroundings. She also dreams to become a cook, having a heavy passion for cooking food. Later on in the short story, She faces a terrible injury that needs to be taken care of by a professional. Without background information, after her injury heals, she needs to decide whether she wants to go back to her house or stay "home" ... was it really an inconvenience..?

Wave (Book 2) by Anniezie

I had survived the first. That was then; this is now. The blindfold of so many pills slowly died away and first though my finger then my head, a passion, a hurt and a need filled me as every moment was consumed with words; every breath with wisps of ink. But they were not all captured and somewhere in the deep abyss of living, lies the unspoken, almost unfelt feelings of decades in months. This is the half-empty account off all those nights from December through into the new year and the end of March. ...I pains me to share it. But it also makes it just not my problem anymore and that is something I long for- freedom and peace. Please note that all grammatical and linguistic, as well as those in punctuation and spelling or placing of words were intentional. If you LIKE this and want me to write a commentary on each poem and picture (as in my previous collection Apfel), please show me in comments and votes :) PLEASE DO NOT COPY any of the poetry or pictures.

Confessions of an Intern by feydoc

These are musings of mine, told as I grow through residency. I hope to share a little insight into the making of a doctor, one who still cannot believe she's been blessed with this responsibility.

A LOVE SONG UNSUNG by lynk992925

He was 23, and she was 18. They stood together in the registry office, ready to sign the papers that would officially make them husband and wife. It was a secret marriage-only his friend and his girlfriend knew about it. He signed first, then handed her the pen with a smile, but her heart raced as doubt and insecurity clouded her thoughts. Was this the right decision? What if his father found out about the marriage? Would his family accept an orphan and a maid like her as a daughter-in-law? What if, after fulfilling his desires, he grew tired of her and abandoned her? She had no one to stand up for her, no one to turn to if things went wrong. Was it true love, or was he simply lusting after her? Why would a billionaire's son want her? He could have anyone-maybe even a movie star-but he chose her. Why? Despite her fears, her love for him was genuine. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his, her insecurities weighing heavy on her heart. He took her hand in his, offering a gentle squeeze, then motioned for her to sign the papers. With a quiet nod, she did. His friends clapped and congratulated the couple, each one signing as a witness on the papers. Now, legally, they were husband and wife. But to the outside world, she was nothing more than a maid in his house.

The Story I Wish Was True by SamiaZamanAurda

A story alway means something important to someone. Maybe the writer is the most attached to the work,because it's something that person made with great efforts. This is something like that for me. Now here is the description of this story : Two teens in their early teen hood met at a time when they finally started to know about friendship, what are other people like(not seeing people for the first time but you know this is the age when human brains start to adapt to others more comfortably), excited to try new things and etc. Well two different polar attracts each other its a scientific fact!! For me and my friend it was like that. All of this is fine but it seems I am going to get back to the introverted person in the past. Why? You will know in the Story!!!!

The Choice by hunnyhays

There comes a time in everyone's life when they are faced with a difficult choice. For most people, following your instincts is easy. You know what to do, and you know what not to do. But what if you were faced with a choice that is just not that simple. When your instincts tell you one thing, but your heart tells you something else. I was faced with just such a choice. While driving down a deserted highway. I saw a car on the side of the road. Not just a car, a police car. We all know the police are trained to take care of themselves, so I drove past without stopping, but something didn't feel right. What would you have done? **This is a first draft. Please excuse any mistakes there may be. Please do not comment any corrections. I will fix them when I do the rewrite. This is also my first attempt at first person point of view so please bear with me.**

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The Inconvenience cover

Wave (Book 2) cover

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A LOVE SONG UNSUNG cover

The Story I Wish Was True cover

The Choice cover

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