- A Series of Poetry and Short Stories -
👀 Some people come into our lives like whispers... and leave like silence.
This series is my little corner of the world where I pour those moments out-through poems and short stories about love, loss, and the delicate ache of connections that don't last.
The first piece,
01. "Always", is close to my heart. It's about someone I admired, missed, cared for-and maybe even loved from afar. But it's also about you-and every unspoken feeling you've ever carried quietly.
💔 If you've ever loved someone silently, watched from a distance, or kept invisible feelings tucked away... these words are for you.
Every line is simple. Every word is chosen. Because love doesn't always need to be loud-sometimes, it lives in the quiet.
🖋️ I'm still a beginner writer, learning as I go. But what I share here is real, and I'm grateful to every single person who reads, votes, or simply stops by. Your support means more than you know.
Thank you for giving this story a chance! I am sure you won't be disappointed.
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Every border is a wound that never quite healed.
Every nation has a voice - quiet, aching, and human.
They laugh, they love, they destroy, they rebuild.
And somewhere in between all that, they reach for you.
Here, nations are more than lines on a map.
They bleed, they yearn, they remember.
Some will hold your hand as if it were peace itself.
Some will break you just to see if you'll stay.
Are such cruel beings even capable of love?
To love after what they've done, after what they've destroyed?
Can hands once stained with conquest ever touch softly again?
Can a country that has bled others learn what it means to ache?
A countryhuman oneshot book.
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Closed. (for now)
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