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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)

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Parts 228
Time 2h 18m

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My name is Isabelle
 I am 15 years old (not my real age.) 
I am a "Homesick Angel"
at least that's what I'm told I am called
the people like me are called
the people who are depressed
suicidal
empty
numb
those people
they're just trying to go home
This is my poetry journal
These are my real,TRUE thoughts
everything in here was written by me
To all the other Homesick Angels out there
Please 
stay safe my loves.
I'm here if you need me.All Rights Reserved

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Some late night thoughts, memories and feelings that turned into words. Most of these are written from my personal, very tragic life, however there are some inspired by friends, books and movies. Sometimes I even find old writings in a long forgotten drawer and upload them as well. Maybe You can relate to something as well? Honestly at this point it's more like a public diary but who cares. I started this a few years ago, so mistakes and moments of cringe are inevitable. Feel free to leave a comment if you see a grammatical or editorial error! I write on different devices so the formatting will differ quite a bit. I think it adds to the charm of the poems though, so please understand! Thank you and farewell!

A Lovely Life by MarcosMorales159

Journey with me back in time as I rewrite the first Journal I kept from when I was in high school, and see that maybe even with how horrible life is most of the times, there are little things spread throughout that make life worth living. My high school experience was full of drama, tears, laughter, and most of all constant search of love, and approval of the people around me. I can't always get what I want in this world. Life is a beautiful mess. It's not perfect, and filled with a lot of disappointments, and heartbreak. There are moments when it all feels too much, but there's not much we can do other than go with the flow of things.

𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒. by thelonelyloner09

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