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Some of my deep and conflicting thoughts of mine which don't let me sleep!!!

So here to get things of my chest.




Many of you might think the same.🙂All Rights Reserved

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Injustice & Karma
Mon, Feb 5, 2024

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Injustice & Karma
Mon, Feb 5, 2024

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I had been living in this dystopian universe my whole life. We lived simple, meaningless lives. I wasn't sad, merely dissatisfied. No one here was ever sad. The Center, which was our government, forced us to take a pill every morning to make sure we were always happy and healthy. For most of our lives we lived at home with our odd families that the government stuck us into as babies. Usually five children were put into each household. We grew up together in a single house, raised and taught by a robot even though none of us were related. We lived at home with limitless entertainment in the form of advanced technologies. We had one day of the week for shopping, one day for going out and one day for labor. On labor days we were assigned a job and had to complete it in order to gain money for the week. Everyone got the same amount no matter the job. If you didn't show up for these jobs there were grave consequences. The Center often used torture as a method of punishment, or so we were told. No one close to me had ever actually been punished by The Center though. It was incredibly rare. Most of us lived our lives as good little pawns doing nothing more than eating, sleeping and entertaining ourselves. But one day, my regular boring life changed...

NOW YOU SEE," THE REAL ME" UNDER MAJOR EDITING ni darkxdestruction

NOW YOU SEE "THE REAL ME" #1 IN THE SERIES OF POETRY BOOKS //SAD POETRY EDITION (under major editing) "My heart was taken by you, broken by you, and now it's in pieces because of you" My poems aren't the best. The first few poems may not seem worthy of being read but... later down in the book they get better. To some, my poems are beautiful; to some, my poems are shitty and they are rubbish💀. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! I can't promise that your time won't be wasted reading this book. I'm not a professional poet so expect the worst. This book isn't for everyone. It's sad, a little motivating and dark. If you aren't into sad poems don't read this book, it isn't for you. This book contains some of my thoughts,mostly about me or the people around me or just society in general. If you are feeling sad or depressed, please seek help. I know how much it hurts but it isn't too late to heal. Cover made on postermywall ♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡ Rankings: #1 in sad poet out of 23 07/25/2021 #2 in deep thought out of 4. 8 K stories 07/25/2021 #2 in thoughts out of 73. 4 K stories 07/25/2021 #3 in sad poems out of 10.1 K stories 07/25/2021 #3 in thoughts and feelings out of 10.1 K stories 07/25/2021 #6 in poet out of 14.3 K stories 07/25/2021 #40 in deep out of 26.6 K stories 07/25/2021 #48 in depressing out of 18. 3 K stories 07/25/2021

This is an older story, I've gotten better I promise. "I first held a gun when I was eight. I remember a man strolling across a line of other children like me, he said: 'We all have a soldier in us.' I found my soldier. But then, it became all I was. " Being forced into the army at a young age, Olivia knew nothing more than fighting. But after suffering a debilitating injury, she is forced to retire to her dead parents' home. There she'll find the secrets of her world and her humanity. Edit: I'm glad I decided to go against my anxiety and post this story, thanks so much to all the people who have read my story and commented! Your advice and compliments mean the world to me!

Society tells us be ourselves. When we are society judges. If we dare share what's on our mind we get judged even by our friends, some people keep it in just like I do. Some of the worst things happen mentally, and physically. When it comes time to show our emotions we can't because we worry people will think about us. Will they think we are lying, or being fake just to get attention?

Do you know the times when you want to say something, but can't? Or the times when you are sad and need someone to give you a hug? The times your worst enemy hugs your boyfriend? Or the times you are so angry you punch a locker and have to pay to get it repaired? Well with writing my thoughts, passions, anger triggers, enemies, love, hatred, even happiness out for people. Makes me feel like someone can relate to me and I can impact them in any simple or complex way they deem fit. I write because I can and I become free with every word written from my mind, every letter and messed up grammar I have accidentally committed to butchering every time I write. I may not make a difference, heck, I may not even have a lot of people who read but those who do read when I write about how I thought up a story plot or something for my best friend, they will always make me feel like I'm making the difference because someone actually read what I thought at a certain time and day and maybe even listened. That's what makes me feel wanted and happy like I can do something other than run my stubborn mouth and have a mother hen personality. That is what will continue as I write. fortunately, the thing is no one can take it away either, and that my readers are what makes the mind a great thing.

The Everything: Integration (Sci-Fi Alien Invasion? Story) ni Vexxen0

Earth, our home. But... something is wrong. As the nature of reality makes itself known, watch earth react, and change, with fear, hate, progress, and love. To the grand events the universe has in store for earth. As the world changes, as the universe revivals aliens exist, but not the world ending kind. As humanity realizes... perhaps the universe is too good for us. --- A story within The Everything canon, a foundation to it. This is a passion project, and I'm still developing my writing style, so feedback is welcome! If you create fan art, I'd be happy to include it (with credit). The current cover may replace if I get something better. I plan to release one chapter a day, until i catch up to my 109 page story google doc. Edit my chapters to make them better, and more. Refine it over time. Once i run out of backlog content, idk.

Combination of reality and fiction, it's subjective and may be potentially disturbing

PROLOGUE: Our lives are so convulated that we want something adventurous in life of our's. But, actually because of these convulated problems our life is adventurous somehow. That's called a real adventure, not like in movies or dramas that we see. Those are all fictional ones and who don't like fiction everyone craves for it. The dreams we see daily in our sleep is what? it's all fiction nothing else, our desires that remain unfulfilled in our day time. Everything that we expect from our future is just useless , one should matter for present where actual adventure takes place. Now only, if not now, then never. Nevertheless, we all are interested in making future great or adventurous at every cost. Today's world is full of people like this at maximum, causing something wrong to others atleast or say atlast?

*Warning: Might contain sensitive content such as cursing, torture, blood. You had a dream. At the center of it all was the system. [Congratulations! You have been chosen by the system!] [Generating system. Please wait...] [Welcome traveler!] It all began when you met a mysterious man. However, you couldn't remember how your dream ended. You remembered the feelings and emotions you had felt. There's no turning back now. Even if you're surrounded by death. You regretted it. It was agonizing. It hurts when you see 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. Oh how you wished you've never met 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. Because you've already fallen deep into the 𝗮𝗯𝘆𝘀𝘀. "𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂" "𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾" So you'll embrace it instead. That's when you woke up. "A....dream?" *** "Why....? " "Why is fate so cruel?" "I don't want to remember anymore!!" "Take back these memories!!" "PLEASE!!" [sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: 10 July 2023] [ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ: ?] Spoiler alert World 1: ORV + side story

/// SAMENESS, WHAT WE STRIVED FOR SO LONG TO ACHIEVE. BUT WHAT IF YOU'RE DESTINED TO BE DIFFERENT? \\\ Nine months of Hibernation, three months of being awake--that's how the year goes for us. Half of us wake up tired and sore while all of us wake up smelling of either lotion or bleach. But during the nine month period of hibernation, I woke up. And now I know why I always wake up sore and reeking of bleach. ⥀ Humans have always strived for equality, for everyone to be treated equal. We finally reached the point of this harmony, this level of sameness--and everyone is happy. Many, many generations later. But what happens when, in a wold of people knocked down and stood up to be exactly alike, a person wants to be different? What if they're destined to be unique in a world of strict equality? ⥀ #10 in Scifi on 7/21/17 MADE IT TO ROUND 3 IN THE WRITERS OLYMPICS Now available as a paperback and ebook. [[word count: 65,000-70,000]]

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NOW YOU SEE," THE REAL ME" UNDER MAJOR EDITING cover

The Everything: Integration (Sci-Fi Alien Invasion? Story) cover

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I had been living in this dystopian universe my whole life. We lived simple, meaningless lives. I wasn't sad, merely dissatisfied. No one here was ever sad. The Center, which was our government, forced us to take a pill every morning to make sure we were always happy and healthy. For most of our lives we lived at home with our odd families that the government stuck us into as babies. Usually five children were put into each household. We grew up together in a single house, raised and taught by a robot even though none of us were related. We lived at home with limitless entertainment in the form of advanced technologies. We had one day of the week for shopping, one day for going out and one day for labor. On labor days we were assigned a job and had to complete it in order to gain money for the week. Everyone got the same amount no matter the job. If you didn't show up for these jobs there were grave consequences. The Center often used torture as a method of punishment, or so we were told. No one close to me had ever actually been punished by The Center though. It was incredibly rare. Most of us lived our lives as good little pawns doing nothing more than eating, sleeping and entertaining ourselves. But one day, my regular boring life changed...

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