Shattered Petals
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Concluida dom, ago 17, 202518m
I was only seventeen when I thought I had finally found what it meant to be loved-safe, secure, and seen. But behind every smile I wore was a secret storm: a home filled with fear, a father whose moods could snap without warning, and a heart that learned too early that love can heal... but it can also hurt.
This is my story.
A story of love, fear, and the fragile hope of healing.
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I break every night.
I'm not writing this to be strong. I'm writing this because I'm tired of holding it in. I'm just a girl. A teenager. And my life isn't the perfect picture everyone thinks it is. Behind my smile are breakdowns, secrets, and nights where I cry until I can't breathe. This isn't a story. It's my life. It's every thought I was too scared to say out loud. It's the hurt I carry when no one's looking. If you've ever felt like no one understands, if you've ever broken down alone in your room at 2 a.m., then maybe my words will feel like yours too. - Tia Sen.
Almost, Always 🍁🥀
"Almost, Always" 🍁🌹 Some people enter your life like whispers...soft, sudden, and gone before you can hold on. She didn't expect to see him again. Not after years, not like this. Not when she had finally learned how to forget the boy who never truly left her mind. But fate isn't loud..it's quiet, casual... cruel. In a classroom filled with noise, their glances screamed stories. A slow-burn connection, unsaid words, and almosts that could've been everything. This is not a fairytale. This is a memory rewritten..with the ending she deserved.
Brutally yours
To the quiet girls with stormy hearts. To the boys who feel too much but show too little. To those who were never chosen first - but loved like they were the last. This story is for the unseen, the unheard, the untamed. For every soul who thought they were "too soft" for this world - and found someone who didn't just see their softness, but protected it with fire. For anyone who still believes that love isn't always gentle - but when it's real, it is brutally honest, brutally fierce, and brutally yours. And most of all - To the one who dreams loud in silence: This is your story. You just haven't lived it yet.Concluida
The Villain
I was once a daughter, a sister, an innocent soul. But that was before everything was taken away from me. Before the pain and the trauma consumed me. Now, I'm the only one they fear. My heart is ice, my soul is dark, and my solace is the chaos I create. But deep down, a spark of the girl I once was, still flickers, reminding me of what I lost, and what drove me to become the monster I am today.Concluida
Quiet storm
You ever love somebody so soft, it sound like rain hittin' a window instead of thunder? She wasn't chaos - she was calm. The type of peace that make a man put down everything that hurt him just to hold her right. They called me hard 'cause I survived. She called me human 'cause I could still feel. I ain't know love could whisper. Ain't know healing could hum. She ain't fix me - she reminded me I wasn't broken. She saw poetry where the world saw pressure. Told me even the street got a heartbeat if you listen close enough. Now I walk different. Talk different. Love louder - even when I don't say nothin'. 'Cause love like ours don't need noise. It's steady. It's home. It's the quiet after the storm.Concluida
The Day He Loved My Chaos
She was all storms - anxious thoughts, sleepless nights, and a heart that never stopped trembling. She grew up in a home where love was betrayed and promises meant nothing, carrying wounds no one ever saw - not even her parents who doesn't care about her. He didn't try to fix her; he simply stayed, holding her through the darkness. And on the day he loved her chaos, she finally understood that love was real - not about perfection, but about being seen completely, and still being chosen with no other second woman.
I'm not writing this to be strong. I'm writing this because I'm tired of holding it in. I'm just a girl. A teenager. And my life isn't the perfect picture everyone thinks it is. Behind my smile are breakdowns, secrets, and nights where I cry until I can't breathe. This isn't a story. It's my life. It's every thought I was too scared to say out loud. It's the hurt I carry when no one's looking. If you've ever felt like no one understands, if you've ever broken down alone in your room at 2 a.m., then maybe my words will feel like yours too. - Tia Sen.
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