The Poet & Late Nights

The Poet & Late Nights

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Is it late at night, or is it early in the day? My mind wanders and my fingers type away. NOTE: For aesthetic purposes, I recommend reading with default theme mode. ^^ Dark is fine too if you wanna just read, plus the pictures will still be visible too! Artist Credit: All images drawn by me, including the cover! (Trigger warning: depression, self harm, sexual assault/abuse, ect.) (Disclaimer: Some of these don't neccessarily relate directly to my life and/or experiences. They are just things that comes to my mind when I'm up late at night feeling like something's not right.)
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Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

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