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when you've been hurt and felt worthless at a young age you start turning that pain into writing.

i kinda just write about people and publish it, it's not really a story but ig one day i want to write my own book
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𝕋𝕙𝕖 π•‘π• π•–π•žπ•€ 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕨, π•™π• π•Ÿπ•–π•€π•₯, π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•¦π•Ÿπ•’π•‘π• π•π• π•˜π•–π•₯π•šπ•”, 𝕔𝕒𝕑π•₯π•¦π•£π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•–π•€π•€π•–π•Ÿπ•”π•– 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•šπ•₯ 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕀 π•π•šπ•œπ•– π•₯𝕠 π•π•šπ•§π•– π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 π••π•–π•‘π•£π•–π•€π•€π•šπ• π•Ÿ. π•₯𝕙𝕖 π••π•’π•£π•œπ•Ÿπ•–π•€π•€ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•žπ•šπ•Ÿπ••,π•€π•’π••π•Ÿπ•–π•€π•€ π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕀π•₯π•£π•¦π•˜π•˜π•π•– π•₯𝕠 π•—π•šπ•Ÿπ•• 𝕙𝕠𝕑𝕖 π•šπ•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•žπ•šπ••π•€π•₯ 𝕠𝕗 π••π•–π•€π•‘π•’π•šπ•£. π•‹π•™π•£π• π•¦π•˜π•™ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕀 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 π•¨π•šπ•π• 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•¨π•–π•šπ•˜π•™π•₯ 𝕠𝕗 π••π•–π•‘π•£π•–π•€π•€π•šπ• π•Ÿ, 𝕒𝕀 π•šπ•₯ π•₯π•’π•œπ•–π•€ 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕀𝕖𝕀 π•₯𝕠 𝕝𝕖π•₯ π•˜π• . 𝔹𝕦π•₯ π•–π•§π•–π•Ÿ π•’π•žπ•šπ••π•€π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π••π•’π•£π•œπ•Ÿπ•–π•€π•€, π•₯𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•žπ• π•žπ•–π•Ÿπ•₯𝕀 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦π•₯π•ͺ π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•π•šπ•˜π•™π•₯ π•‹π•™π•šπ•€ π•šπ•€ 𝕒 π•“π• π• π•œ π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•¨π•šπ•π• π•£π•–π•€π• π•Ÿπ•’π•₯𝕖 π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 π•’π•Ÿπ•ͺπ• π•Ÿπ•– 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕀 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕀π•₯π•£π•¦π•˜π•˜π•π•–π•• π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 π••π•–π•‘π•£π•–π•€π•€π•šπ• π•Ÿ. 𝕀π•₯ π•šπ•€ 𝕒 π•£π•–π•žπ•šπ•Ÿπ••π•–π•£ π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π•’π•π• π•Ÿπ•– π•šπ•Ÿ 𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•‘π•’π•šπ•Ÿ π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 π•šπ•€ 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒π•ͺ𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕑𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π•₯π• π•žπ• π•£π•£π• π•¨.
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. ο ½ ο ½ ο ½ First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. π‘΄π’†π’π’‚π’π’„π’‰π’π’π’š copyright Β© May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.