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agegap crush highschool journal obsession poetry secretadmirer

We're living in a cruel world
and experiencing a sadistic reality..

But I'm still thankful..

Because I experienced being alive and felt this so-called LOVE in secrecy..

My love for him..



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I fell in love with him in ways I never knew were possible.

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Getting into that car crash I never thought that something like him could change my life dramatically. As I looked into his eyes I fell in love all over again.

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• always a poet never the muse• These are the collected thoughts of an ordinary teenager who loves romanticising everything.

I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye? I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my words and all the things I wish I could say... Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true. I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?

Power. Money. Career. I can't give up, yet I'm in love this time. What will I do? Shall I just keep loving him? Shall I escape to be free from hurting?

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