The Pains We Feel

The Pains We Feel

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This is a collection of poems and stories written by me in my most "creative eras" (usually spanning around 2-4 AM). They're all linked, stock full of imagery, and about me in some way or form. (Sorry that the cover photo is a bit cut off, I'm not sure how I can fix it though, but I did indeed create it for you viewers.) I carefully choose my language in these works, and the formats of how I present them to the viewer. There are many different ways to interpret these works depending on how you were raised and what you've been through. This work is labeled to be "Mature", mainly because it contains a bit of profanity (swearing), along with some deep and depressing human motives and ideas. I do truly hope that you enjoy a small tear of my papery life, and I do hope that you have a terrific day.
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Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

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