my poetic self and her creations

my poetic self and her creations

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Hi! before anything else I would just like to give you a !trigger warning! this contains a lot of negative stuff like, depression, mental disorders, self harm, suicide, etc. If these topics are sensitive to you I kindly request you to go to another book/story for this book isn't the right one for you. I hope you find your book! Putting that aside, this book contains the poetry that I have created for MYSELF. Yes, my book isn't here to gain negative attention. If you like my book go ahead and comment or vote or whatever you like as long as you don't give out mean words. But I do accept information that will make me grow as an author. Now that my rules are said, and you are qualified to read my book, go ahead and try to enjoy (?) Thankyou!!
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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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