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Dancing with The Devil
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Complete, First published Jan 16, 2019
Mature
If  I was to talk about the words
They would hurt
So if you were to ask about the pain 
I would lie 
To fix my mind
I need time



[WARNING]
This is purely thoughts, feelings and emotions. Put into a story type content. Everything is written poetically and in a sort of metaphorical manner. Some inspiration comes from feelings felt whilst listening to songs. Some lyrics are woven together with it all.
No one is in real life danger. 

It might contain some content that could offend you or trigger you. 
It has religious references.
It also contains alcohol and drug use, explicit language, sexual abuse, death and sexually explicit scenes.

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WHEN THE RAIN FORGOT TO FALL

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I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.