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Tainted Illusions: Moonlit Confessions

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❝ 𝙋𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣. 𝙉𝙤, 𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 ❞

Hey there, it's me, Clara Salazar... again. Yep, I'm back with another songwriting era, this time a total contrast to the previous songwriting sessions of 'Faded Daydreams'. I'm personally reflecting upon the aftermath of when my ignorance was bliss, about how it all truly feels like once the daydreams fade and it turns out that it was all just Tainted Illusions to cope.

Falling down from cloud 9 and into the total truth, to face a range of emotions I managed to push away and shove aside for four months. Perhaps it's time I face them in order to conclude that chapter of my life. When I found old song drafts from earlier this year, I figured that it would be cool to continue on that storyline and timeframe in order to personally put it behind once and for all. In order to step into the daylight, one must riot through the dark midst first, no matter how cloudy it gets. I'm welcoming the storm proudly :)

Started: April 27th
Completed: TBDAll Rights Reserved

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Save me by Aliest_Joo

I'm not like them. I can't relate to them, they can't relate to me. We grew up in diffrent households Theirs with lost of love, charm, paranthood and trust Mine is not alike. AT ALL. I grew up with broken glass everywhere, constant baby cry, abuse and death. I don't recognize love. I never had. But it's not my fault. It's hers, she's the reason of everything. Every step I took, every breath I made was for her And she crushed me down so I couldn't breath And even then I wanted to breathe. Not for me, but her.

Finding Me {Niall Horan} completed by KathleenTaraLouise

I thought I was done finding me. I thought I was complete and that there was no more to do. But now I've lost myself, I'm incomplete. I've lost one of the most important things in my life, I've lost my life and everything about it. I guess I'm always going to be finding me. Lovely cover made by @night-owls (triggering concepts inside) I wrote this a long time ago, and it shows how immature my writing was then, so only read if you can stand awfully written stories. (Most likely being unpublished next year)

Faded Daydreams: Starstruck Confessions by missweetmisery

❝ 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 ❞ hi, it's me clara again and this time around i've decided to head forwards a new route in my songwriting- possibly a side of my songwriting you've never seen. you've probably read my heartbreak songs, and that's great, but i've moved on to a new chapter of my songwriting and there's truly nothing like this. i feel like i've begun again, but at the same time i'm going back to the basics. just know this feelings not rare, and i'm still figuring out this coming of age. it's all coming down like the aglow shore of the waterfall, whilst the moonlight reflects their light across. i'm not even trying to be poetic rn, i'm just simply referencing songs that you'll soon see and i'm so excited!! i really do hope you'll enjoy these, just like you enjoyed 'sweet misery'?! i've come a long way since then and there's so much new songs to come! STARTED: may 27th, 2023 COMPLETED: april 27th, 2024 REVIVED: november 27th, 2024

Release by FeelMyBreath

This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.

Love, Taylor | TS by ireallylikekiwis

Dear Rory, I'm sorry about what I said. I'm leaving for LA in two days. Can we talk before then, please? We can just drive around as usual. I don't know how to do this if you're upset with me. Call me please. I'm staying at my parents' house. Love, Taylor *** Aurora Taylor has been living her best life for the past ten years or so. She works for Odyssey, a travel magazine based in New York City, New York, where she gets to go on dozens of trips a year to the most beautiful corners on earth to write articles about her journey. When she's not travelling, she also dabbles in fiction writing, a little secret passion of hers only few people know about. When the pressure of her two jobs gets a little too hard to manage, she decided to take a week off in a beautiful town at the beach in Northern Italy. A week full of unadulterated fun and relaxation, with unlimited glasses of chilled Prosecco and gelato cones. Or, so she thought. Her plans are completely ruined when she runs into someone she never thought she would ever see again. Not in person at least. A ghost from her past. Taylor Swift. Thirteen years and the universe decides to throw them together in a random town in Italy. Taylor does not believe that it is a coincidence. Aurora is a little reluctant to believe it. But thirteen years is a hard number for Taylor to ignore and she is adamant on making things right with the writer who finds it hard to forgive and forget all that was said and done thirteen years ago. *** This story is entirely my work of fiction. All characters and fictional places are from my own imagination except for real celebrities. The timeline is not necessarily a hundred percent accurate to Taylor's for the sake of the story and for it to make sense. I hope you enjoy it!

Saving The Broken by TheDevil1155

C̺͆O̺͆M̺͆P̺͆L̺͆E̺͆T̺͆E̺͆D̺͆ Started ~ February 13, 2021 Ended ~ April 3, 2021 ~ Re-write ~ May 28, 2021 End ~ August 18, 2021 *************** Disclaimer! This book might not make since at some points. This book does go a bit fast. There is NO HAPPY ENDING. *************** "Wait honey stop!" The lady yelled, but I wasn't gonna stop. I headed for the front door and before I could push it open I felt arms wrap around my waist "Stop" I kept thrashing in his arms "Come on stop, your gonna hurt yourself more" I didn't listen I just kept trying "Keep her arm as still as you can!" Someone yelled and I felt hands grab my right arm and then something prick my skin "Just stop!" Slowly I collapsed in their arms and my eyes shut. Not how this was meant to happen

POETRY:-ALEXA JOHN IT'S JUST THE BEGINING by alexa2john

MY FIVE YEARS OF WRITING ,BLENDING CREATIVITY .MUSIC IS MY LIGHT IN MY DARK NIGHT . THE LYRICS OF MY LIFE . THE ONLY WAY TO MY HEART. MY BLEEDING PART OF MY HEART . WRITING SONGS IS LIKE LEARNING TO PLAY GITUAR . IT'S A BIT HARD BUT ONCE U GET UR HAND ON IT, IT'S SUPER EASY. MY LIFE AS A TEEN HAS BEEN FILLED HAPPINESS,SADNESS ,CRUSH,LOVE,HEART-BREAK,LONELY ,DREAMSAND MANY MORE EMOTION FILLED. ALL MY EMOTIONS WERE TRANSFORMED INTO THESE SONGS THE ART OF SONGWRITING IS ONE OF THE BEST GIFTS IN THE WORLD . IT IS A VERY LESS FREQUENT TALENT . WRITING SONGS IS NOT ABOUT COMMING UP WITH A FEW WORD TO FORM A LYRICS RATHER IT BUILDS A STORY ,A LIFE STORY ,OUR OWN EXPERIENCE .

Vigilant | N.H. by SW1FTSTYL3S

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The Alcott - TAYLOR SWIFT - MINI SERIES BOOK by from199x

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Keep An Open Mind {Lynn Gunn} by Run-Dont-Walk

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Saving The Broken cover

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The Alcott - TAYLOR SWIFT - MINI SERIES BOOK cover

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Save me

I'm not like them. I can't relate to them, they can't relate to me. We grew up in diffrent households Theirs with lost of love, charm, paranthood and trust Mine is not alike. AT ALL. I grew up with broken glass everywhere, constant baby cry, abuse and death. I don't recognize love. I never had. But it's not my fault. It's hers, she's the reason of everything. Every step I took, every breath I made was for her And she crushed me down so I couldn't breath And even then I wanted to breathe. Not for me, but her.