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My deep Thoughts

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LECTURES 303
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Chapitres 53
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LECTURES 303
Votes 20
Chapitres 53
Durée 1h 6m

lilyraph54_TMNT

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alone brokenpromise darkness deepthoughts fantasy hope lifetime rejected related vent

this just a book of me venting and sharing my emotions 
I want poeple to understand how I feel what I go through 
I can't take it anymore... so hopefully this book will help me and just.. my personal stuff that I'm ok sharing 
I don't care if nobody reads it or not but in way I hope their is someone who see my view and feel my painTous Droits Réservés

alone brokenpromise darkness deepthoughts fantasy hope lifetime rejected related vent

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A fucking mess of poems dead stories, écrit par amberandshadow

FINISHED AND COMPLEATED. Just poems, I suppose. Or maybe a scrapbook of scars. A chaotic collage of half-born stories, abandoned plots, and feelings too loud to ignore. This isn't a novel. It's a graveyard of unwritten books- stitched together with ink and impulse. A little trauma here, a little heartbreak there. Addiction. Bad parents. Dangerous love. The usual mess. I never claimed to be a poet, but pain has a way of teaching rhythm. And when the stories in my head refused to become chapters, they became verses instead. My father? A ghost in flesh. A man who cradled needles more tenderly than he ever held me. He is an addict. A lover of oblivion. And I, the daughter left behind in the smoke of his escape. Does that make me a girl with "daddy issues"? Or just a girl still learning how not to bleed from wounds she didn't choose? This book is for the overthinkers, the almost-authors, the ones who feel too much and write too little- until the words finally spill out like blood on the page. Welcome to the ride. There's no exit. But there's poetry in the wreckage. Author's Note I didn't set out to write a book. I set out to survive my own mind. This is what happens when you have too many stories, too many ghosts, and not enough discipline to finish a single novel. So instead, I wrote poems- or something like them. Fragments. Feelings. Flashbacks. A scrapbook of the soul. Some of these pieces are fiction. Some are memory. Some are just what happens when you stare at the ceiling too long and let your thoughts rot into poetry. If you've ever had a thousand ideas and no idea where to start- if you've ever felt too broken to write but too full not to- this is for you. Thanks for riding with me. There's no map. No neat ending. Just the wreckage, and the words we make from it.

lifieee.talks, écrit par lifieee

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Eternal Echoes

⚠️ Warning Below This is the story of a little girl who learned to grow in the silence-like a wildflower blooming through cracks in concrete. She lived in a house of shadows, where the walls whispered violence, and silence became her shield. Her days were shaped by what was unspoken-by hands that harmed, by trust that fractured, by love that came laced with pain. But even in that stillness, something stirred. Instead of drowning in the quiet, she began to listen-to the words of others who had walked through similar storms. Their stories were not just stories. They were maps, mirrors, and lifelines. Through their truths, she began to uncover her own. Now, she turns inward and outward, breaking her own silence-not with a scream, but with a steady voice that has waited a lifetime to be heard. This book is not just about trauma. It is about the bones of a broken girl who built a life from what was left behind. It's about grief, and the ghosts of family. About the way innocence can be stolen, yet spirit still survives. It's about the quiet power of letting go. But above all-it's about freedom. The kind you find not by fighting, but by finally releasing what was never yours to carry. And if even one soul finds a piece of themselves in these pages, then her voice, at last, has done what silence could not. ⚠️WARNING Author's Note & Content Warning: This is a deeply personal and emotional story that touches on domestic violence and childhood sexual abuse. While written to bring awareness, healing, and understanding, I recognise these topics may be distressing for some readers.