She Dreams of Paradise
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  • Parts 36
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  • Reads 613
  • Votes 13
  • Parts 36
  • Time 47m
Complete, First published Feb 22, 2013
"She writes,
Moving along with the flow,
As the words show up on the screen,
The faster her fingers go,
Eager to get it all down,
And she is lost,
To a world,
All of her own."
-Lose Yourself, By Allyteration (Because I'm not going to quote someone else's poetry as a description for my own.)

Also, most of my poetry isn't that light hearted, and deals with depression, sadness, loss, understanding, bullying, and various things that my brain decides to type and publish on here. Hope you enjoy, and feel free to message me about anything!
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WARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my first attempt at poetry. It will consist of shit that I've gone through/dealt with and ramblings from my screwed up mind. These works are purely fictional and not meant to be taken literally.