In My Heart
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Última publicación mar, jul 30, 2019
I write everything I feel..
Even though sometimes I don't even know what exactly I feel.
Feeling hurt,feeling sad or feeling angry...
It's strange how rarely I feel happy.
Sometimes i even feel depressed..
But everything feels better after you write it or say it.
It's like a diary but it's not.
I don't write every day and i don't start with "Dear diary.." but I do write everything that I feel.
Everything that I write comes from my hear. I don't even think while I am writing, I just let my heart speak.
Just want to warn you:
*Some of the things that I write may seem strange,confusing or even depressing
(But that's how feelings work right?)
* English is my second language
* Some of the things I write are very short
Anyway I hope you enjoy!
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I've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first waved at you and the love for the same artist started our very first conversation, but even i haven't discovered the colors of my existence yet, so why do you claim that you have? you think you've already uncovered the secrets and seen the scars and the marks and reached the origin of every preserved artifact in the treasures that i've kept hidden over the years but there's so much more that you would never even hear of. i've chosen to show you everything as a part of a happy story but will you ever know this? which words were rewritten and omitted out and which words are the part of the organic script which fits perfectly into the timeline. have you figured out yet who's the real director of my story? there's so much more to me than you think there is. poetry and prose and everything in between. 26.10.2021 - 01.06.2022
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