Fragments of Self-Knowledge
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Huling na-publish Sun, Jul 13, 2025
Reflexões sobre como funcionava a mente de um jovem adulto de 18 anos com o costume de reprimir seus sentimentos e gostar de todas as pessoas que lhe dessem um pouco de atenção e importância; além de refletir nos momentos mais tranquilos e menos caóticos sobre temas como guerras, política e gatinhos.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 .𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 . 💔
You will Know the Truth
***completed*** "Amanda! Come back here!" My stepmother yelled at me. I hated her! I really hated that bitch! "Like I fucking care, you bitch!" I cursed. That is my conversation between my stepmother and me. Why do I hate her so much? Well I have my own reason. She did so many bad things in her life. Relationship between siblings and parents have been destroy because of her. My heart has been tore into pieces and maybe love can help me? I don't know about my future and I really want to know about it. Maybe one day everything will reveal? You will eventually know the truth about it. UNEDITED CHAPTERSKumpleto
I'm Sorry
things I wish to say.Kumpleto
Hollow Dream ✔️
A voice asked. "You'll catch a cold, why didn't you take your jacket?" I spun around, and my eyes locked with Marcus's eyes. "Hey," I said, my voice a little trembling from the cold, and I wrapped my arms across my chest, my shoulders stiffening. I had not expected that it would be so cold. My fingers dug into my sleeves, and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying not to shiver too obviously. Marcus didn't answer right away. He just looked at me for a second, then stepped forward. Silently, he slid off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders, and I ensnared it tighter around me immediately. It was still warm from his body. The inside smelled... citrusy?Kumpleto
This Is How We Live
A collection of poems, small stories, monologues if you will. Some may be based on real life, and some may be fictional. Some will be happy, some will be sad. *Feel free to dm me or comment stories, or feelings you want to be written about, and I will try it to my best ability*
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ι ωαѕ ¢σмρℓєтєℓу нσρєℓєѕѕ ωнєη ιт ¢αмє тσ ѕρєαкιηg тσ тнє σρρσѕιтє ѕєχ... __________________ 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹:- 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑰𝒔 𝑨 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝑶𝒇 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑩𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑻𝒐 𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒓 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑶𝒓 𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔 𝑰𝒔 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍.Kumpleto
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 .𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 . 💔
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