THINGS I CAN WRITE BUT NOT SAY

THINGS I CAN WRITE BUT NOT SAY

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mar, dic 3, 2024
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This is a small chapter book about about dealing with life problems from a Teenager's point of view. This book contains depressing and triggering content and this is the only TW I'm going to put in it. So please if you are struggling with your mental health skip this book, I wouldn't want any of you to get triggered by something I wrote. My name is Rose and I'm pretty glad if you chose to read my book. It really means a lot to me if people know what I and many other people out there go through. If you are facing any of the situations mentioned in this book I'm really sorry and I want you to know that things will get better. I'm not English so the writing won't be that good but I'll try my best. And if you spot any mistakes please inform me. That's it loves now enjoy the book. <3
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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