My Heart Speaks

My Heart Speaks

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., juil. 21, 2021
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Yes........the description is my heart speaks, because my heart truly does speak , if you listen well enough you will understand. Speak, write, keep writing. One day you will find the right words and they will be enough - by (I don't know the name of the author) I told myself that writing a diary is stupid, but the only reason why most people don't want to keep a diary is because people will read it, so I say to the world. "I write today, and no man shall decrypt my words , except one with a heart like mine" Warning to those who read: I am giving you a peak into my heart, try not to steal from the heart because it always beats (like literally my heart is going to beat you if you steal my 😊work) read at your own risk.
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I have always been unlucky with love huh... I'm the 'Unrequited Love Repeater' that's right. It's almost like Cupid himself hates my entire existence. I met them again. My failed romance stories. The people who made me learn from my mistake. The people who taught me how to love myself. The people who broke my heart and mend it back. The people who made my smile brighter. The people who made my heart warm. The people who took pages from my book. Pages of happiness, sadness, anger, and well... past memories. Nightmare, my childhood friend whom I had always admired when I was young. He loves me but it was the type of love I didn't yearn for. Killer, the playboy who made me laugh the hardest. I wanted him in my arms but he wanted to be in her arms. Dust, my bestfriend who I resonate with a lot. Same music taste. Same vibes. Different feelings. He fell in love with my bestfriend. Error, my 'rival' at academics. I did everything I could to acquire his love. I guess you already know who lost between us. Horror, my guardian angel. Not literally. Comfort. He gave me comfort. He made me feel special but at that time I was already too tired to even try. Cross, my online bestfriend. My feelings on him are uncertain. I don't think I'm ready to address that yet. But after all these years, I still love them. Someday I will be brave enough to mutter the words "I still love you". ___________________ ↷I have the rewritten one published! (PLEASE GO READ IT HUHU) ↷DISCONTINUED but hey you might still enjoy it :) ↷art in cover belongs to @kucingmontel on tublr !! ↷female! reader

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