Historia del mar

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Poema para la playa que mas amo sin razón no pensar, de las cosas que mas adoro y no me canso de mirar, mi amada playa, mi amado mar, mi preciado viento que me cautiva mis sentimientos al mirarAll Rights Reserved

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All my thoughts in jumbled up words, scrambled and mixed stanzas, Slightly dusted in deep mindful thinking that keeps me up at 4 am watching the sun rise Trigger warning some have to do with Depression,Self harm, eating disorders,and the Dark truths that lie beyond the silver lining of a smile and what those around you show and keep inside

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Lo que comenzó siendo un pasatiempo buscando escapar de las horas interminables de los días más complejos de mi vida, terminó convirtiéndose en un pequeño libro de pensamientos y reflexiones. Quien esté interesado es bienvenido a sumergirse en mi mundo, por demás fuera de lo común.

Zaye was engaged and about to be married but everything changed when she found out that her fiancé was cheating on her. Instead of taking time off to heal, she went into a "Friends with benefits" agreement with a dancehall artist. "So me can't get yuh number? he asked. "Why me woulda want gi yuh me number and a last night me hear yuh a have sex upstairs? Next time unu keep it down inna people house" I hissed. "Jah Jah" he said and held down his head.

"𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 ,𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 ..."

[𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐱 - 𝐢 - 𝐟𝐞𝐞 - 𝐥𝐢 - 𝐚𝐡] 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. -- Short story.

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AMELIA A 20 year old college dropout out living in Tawes Pen. #rape #abuse #trauma

This is a personal documentation through poetry. I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it be enough for you. 2022

'𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲'

Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hatred plz. Also some things might contain mature contents like self harm. I want to say those kinds of suicidal poems are not to inspire anyone to self harm. I'm strictly against self harm myself. Those thoughts are just a means to release myself. Started writing this book around 25th June, 2021

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All my thoughts in jumbled up words, scrambled and mixed stanzas, Slightly dusted in deep mindful thinking that keeps me up at 4 am watching the sun rise Trigger warning some have to do with Depression,Self harm, eating disorders,and the Dark truths that lie beyond the silver lining of a smile and what those around you show and keep inside

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