A Collection of thoughts

A Collection of thoughts

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Things that cross my mind while I am emotional. Most will be less than a paragraph per chapter. May update once a century. Not one of these are planned. I just wanna say, I see people putting others work on other websites and stuff, but please don't. Then again that is working of the unlikely assumption that this is half decent. °~~~~~~~~~°~°~°~~°~°~°~°~°°~°~¥¥$¢π^°•'\∆™®©%%¥™¥{¥×%=$™$™✓¥{€¶×¥°¥✓¥[¥]¥}%¶÷$°™%{©¶©÷^*#!@+•√°^¥¢€¢€=€ * The picture is off dream womble based off a prompt.* (The mature rating is because probably quite a few will be grief and loss etc.)
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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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