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How She Fell.

How She Fell.

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"How She Fell" is a collection of moments-fragile, fierce, and fluttering-where a girl learns to navigate the tangled feelings of love. Through whispers of doubt, bursts of hope, and the ache of almosts, she falls into herself and out of fear. And in the quiet, unexpected spaces between heartbreak and healing, she finds her love-real, messy, and entirely hers. it's a reminder, when a poet loves you, he/she turn you into poetry that could be ready even after we die. The love would echoe, even it's fragile. ©All rights reserved
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I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.

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