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Fragments
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Ongoing, First published Jun 19, 2015
POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING - BECAUSE I HAVE A SLIGHTLY TWISTED MIND, SOME OF THESE STORIES WILL HAVE REFERENCE TO SELF-HARM AND SUICIDE IN THEM. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THESE COULD TRIGGER YOU.
These are the rambles and fragments - hence the name - of my creativity that kind of spill out of me at any given time; I am recording them here. Please forgive the randomness and plain creepiness that will potentially be in some of the pieces I publish on here; many of these are/will be written at 2am when I can't sleep, and as we all know nobody's brain is fully functional and normal at that time. So without further ado, welcome and I hope you enjoy.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1

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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 |