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Bubble
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Ongoing, First published Jun 14, 2019
Hi, welcome to my bubble


It's decided then.

This book will be a compilation of poetry-ish compositions inspired by random objects my friend, myself or literally anyone had selected randomly.

It'll be a deep dive, go get your things and let's go for a swim 💗




If you're reading this, you could drop a random object in the comments and I will try my best to make a composition out of it 😊
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***UNPOLISHED*** ***PLEASE READ IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ THIS*** EVERYTHING WORD IS LITERALLY STRAIGHT FROM MY ICLOUD NOTES 💀😂 IT IS NOT EDITED "Late nights in Tokyo is cluster of information from me myself" "Describing my ways" "My emotions" "My thoughts" "In my own personal way..." "ON god i cant stand me dealing with these thoughts because sometimes it gets to me other times i successfully get them outta my head... i dont need to be thinking anythng like this for real...i need someone to save me you feel me...because like i said it isnt healthly to just sit here and feel like this...i gotta find good in the bad and most of the time it is...I wanna help so many people as i can and tell them this is the way...i wanna be peoples light..its sounds dumb but i know how to feel and i gotta get all this hate and dark feelings out" "I made this because I always wanted to keep track of my thoughts and feelings and maybe this will passed on to someone who wants to understand me..." "In a beautiful different city like Tokyo" 1/30/19 "The only person that can save me is myself. I shouldn't depend on nobody else on such deep personal feelings" "Late Nights In Tokyo, The "Late Nights" could mean myself or my feelings, thoughts, mindset, and all in general how I perceive things. Same thing with "Tokyo" I could be in my head overthinking or expressing my emotions flexing my own beauty. Hence why calling Tokyo a beautiful city. My thoughts and etc (Late Nights) are within myself (Tokyo) "Late Nights in Tokyo". Goes without saying, everyone's own way of thinking it's unique and different...everyone has their own beauty". "Scattered thoughts and emotions just written down from an emotional teenage boy, trying to figure himself out". Enjoy 3/29/20 December 20, 2016 (first created) October 11, 2019 (finished)
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?