Your Unspoken Words
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Ultima pubblicazione mar, ott 3, 2023
I'm coming back to my passion.
Passion for writing.
Writing my stories.
Stories that shaped my life.
Life that seems so unfair.
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Hi guys.
It's my first time and I'll be very glad if you will interact / comment to my writings.
Thank you so much!
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Mai Agar Kahoon ~ An Echo of hearts
✧ 𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨, 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐩𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯-𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐞, 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚-𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐮𝐣𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐣𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢.✧ ･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ ✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.:༅｡.｡
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Poems
The first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!Completa
This is a series of poems about a woman i was once in love with long ago. Everything was sweet like strawberries at first, but deep down she was just using me as a rebound to get over a broken heart she has. We met in a speech class one semester, I couldn't talk to her, I shyly had someone else to talk to her. long story short, I should have got to know her like should, because she judged me for what had and didn't have. i loved her so much that I knew that she was cheating on me and wanted her to stay, but God removed her out of my life. she done so much wrong to me, but love her even of all her flaws. This is part one of the collections of me expressing my love to her.
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