Story cover for Hazard Impassioned  by rinasekhon
Hazard Impassioned
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Complete, First published Mar 01, 2019
Mature
Acceptance of one another 
Being alone creeps me out
The definition of love. I have been long finding in the glooming darkness were given a fair chance to a person is like giving yourself a head start of something so unusual and pathetic 
Holding my head for so long 
Spinning in those angles where I have never thought could find the meaning of love 
Hi everyone, my name is rina and thru out the years I have been finding the real definition of love in my storybook and life 
Being alone indeed creeps me out because I have given up to get the one person to show me forever 
In these books, there is various collection of my personal creation poem of love
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Fuck You for Your Misunderstanding

70 parts Ongoing Mature

Before I Sought the Light I Was: Entangled in the hurricane of carnal desires whilst fighting against the flow-less and time-consuming isolation that tempted me to stay in my place. I was staring at my own reflection for a number of days, hoping that when I blinked, I would see something change. When nothing did I began dancing into my psyche and peeping through keyhole at the center of my mind and through it I saw an endless battle between the perpetual darkness that loneliness entails and the wet roses of lust. I saw a war break out between the icy lands of my heart and the volcanic eruption of my thoughts. The shadows in the corner sending whispers via pigeons that would get caught in jet engines before they could be delivered to an ear eager to listen. As I stared through that peephole, hardly noticing the door, I wondered--and I wandered, until I was unable to distinguish either.