// My Dear Collection Of Thoughts //
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Last published Wed, Mar 4, 2020
"There's no such thing as bad writing... Just let yourself go and discover yourself through your own thoughts and words." -My English Teacher
These short poems and stories are simply things that I experience or thoughts that cross my mind on a daily basis. Enjoy?
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Are you up for a steamy romance? One night, one mistake that will change her life forever. He never thought he would feel anything again, especially love, until he met her. Everybody thinks that she's the quiet type, Nobody knows who she really is except for her best friends Sarah, Natalia and Sky. All anybody knows is that she came here for one thing to graduate, and that's all she can possibly focus on, right? She's an all A's student and she never fails to win. Nobody expects such a goody two shoes to be as bad as she really is. There's no way a person can fall in love with someone overnight, right? Because that's impossible. I'm not supposed to be loved, and I'm not supposed to feel love. I'm a loner who stays by herself. The only exception is my friends, and that's just friendship. I will never ever fall in love. The idea of it makes me scared. For somebody to love me back is impossible because everybody that's ever loved me left me, either in death or in literal sense. I'm a curse that has not been broken. The Night Sky. He's the type of guy every girl wants, but only a select Few can get. At what cost will he pay? By pursuing this non-Blueblood. Because in his world, reputation is everything and this will taint it. But he doesn't care. He only cares about her. Everything about her is beautiful to him, which she seems to find impossible, and he doesn't know what to do because he's never felt anything before in his life and that, that is what scares them both the most. How can one's taste be so addictive, so powerful? Why am I so drawn to her? I've never felt this way about anything at all in my whole entire life. Ever. Nothing. I feel nothing. I've always felt nothing. So why does she make me feel something? I'm drawn to her, and I cannot stop. And I will not stop at any cost. I will get this girl because she is mine and she always will be. She just doesn't know it yet. I am a curse. People always leave me in death, but maybe she is my cure.Complete
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The Art of Unloving
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Caged Instinct
Self love, Self finding, Mystery, Fantasy, Short Story I've tried, to be happy, to forget, but it's hard when there's nothing to be happy about and it's hard when it's impossible to forget. The pain stays, and I let it. Days become impossible. It's never ending. All I want is for it to stop. So I can be alone, again. It's a mystery how I can still laugh, How I can put on this act It's been a while And I forget how long I've been faking How can I become real again? How can I find me? In a dream, it's what I need, it's what I've wanted, so how do I make it, reality? How do I get out of this trap, that keeps me, From being happy.Complete
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