WEEPING WILLOW by Ebony Ponds

WEEPING WILLOW by Ebony Ponds

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Okay lets start here...This will not be your average story book. This isn't just any story. You know how everyone you encounter gets to tell your story, but YOU. What I mean is, every person you meet...each SOUL gets a unique experience with you. Everyone see's you differently. Kind of like, seeing a different version of yourself through a million different eyes. Well, how often do we get to narrate our own? Well, ill just get to it! This is my story through my eyes....You will read poetry, diary entries and stories, that were written from age 14-25+ about, my experiences, my encounters, my relationships, my hurts, my wrongdoings, and Growth through it all. If you feel like you know me, but don't really know me...Here's my story, right from the "horses mouth".
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~Her words were my poison. I used them to consume myself. Disturbingly honest. Painfully strained. Carefully penned down. Dangerously addictive.~ A journal that landed in the right hands and told a whole story with words, no lips could speak. Two people bound by the pages of a book that tore their souls apart. He found it lying around and wondered what could go wrong. He didn't recognise the handwriting but he knew he instantly fell in love with it. Then it began. The assault of words on his life. He couldn't believe a word she wrote but somehow he did. He knew more about her than anyone else but he knew so little about who she was... It was maddening. How someone could have such an impact on you without having a single conversation with you. Her precious words tortured his existence, they drowned him in misery, created a black hole of words around him, gave him everything he needed to live. Made him fall in love. Gave him a world of his own. Made him believe in rainbows, unicorns, coffee, the basis of happiness, the meaning of every sunrise, the mystery of every deep ocean, she made him human. He knew he had to find her. He had to find out who she was. He had given him all the clues he needed but none of them were enough to prepare him for who she was. But sometimes... The journey is more important than the destination. Sometimes, the journey is the destination. A book full of stolen pages and a boy full of curiosity. This was how he let her shape his story. __________________ Description inside. Italics = Journal entry. 500 word chapters. Okay, so I don't know if you want to read it yet but it would mean the world to me if you could give it a shot.

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