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My World
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A collection of poems written by a fed-up Gen-Zer (AKA: me) ⚠️Warning ⚠️ 1) Some of these poems will contain subjects that may be deemed as mature (S3xual Ass!!lt, r@cism, homophobia, etc). These poems will have several trigger warnings in the beginning as well as a warning sign (⚠️) in the title. Read at your own risk. 2) Many of these poems are of my own personal experiences with the world, which I will talk at the end of each poem if I feel comfortable enough to. 3) Some of these poems will be of political opinions. You may may different opinions, and I will respect you. All I ask is that you respect mine and do not create arguments in my book. Started on: July 24th, 2021 Finished on: All the poems here are of MY own work, please do not repost or copy them. Cover art created by me via Canva
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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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