I Live In A World...
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  • Reads 115
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 9
  • Time 12m
Ongoing, First published Jan 08, 2019
This is actually poetry... sorta. Some are more like short stories or monologues each starting with the same phrase "I live in a world..." (You know... hence the title). 
WARNING: Some content found in this piece of writing may be heavy or slightly depressing. 
BY THE WAY: None of my written content includes emotions I've really experienced. I'm not sad or depressed or self conscious. I'm actually a pretty happy person but a lot of my content has, for some reason, become very depressing. So if you don't like that stuff... then don't read it.
Dedicated to my dad and editor,  my mom, and my sister whose photography gallery is where I got my cover. So check out her photography on Instagram @_summerrosephotos
And feel free to give me suggestions on ways to end the phrase "I live in a world..." or give me tips on how to improve. And THERE WILL BE MORE!!!
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.