Fragments of Feeling
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A soul laid bare in words.
This collection explores the depth of emotions no one dares to speak out loud.
From love that feels like addiction, to the numbness of existing, to questioning the very meaning of life-these stories are raw, honest, and unfiltered.
Whether it's a heart aching from distance, a mind drowning in intrusive thoughts, or simply the need to feel something, every piece is a mirror into a broken but beating heart.
Written in English, sometimes with a touch of German-because some feelings just don't translate.
For those who overthink, who feel too deeply, or not at all.
This is for you.
DE:
Eine Seele, in Worten entblößt.
Diese Sammlung erzählt von Gefühlen, über die niemand spricht - Liebe, die süchtig macht, Gedanken, die laut schreien, obwohl alles still ist.
Texte über das bloße Existieren, über Ängste, Selbstzweifel und das Chaos im Kopf. Mal englisch, mal deutsch - denn manche Emotionen lassen sich nicht übersetzen.
Für alle, die zu viel fühlen. Oder gar nichts.
Das hier ist für dich.
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