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She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers. I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism. I really hope none of you relate with any of these :) I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can. The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day. (8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers! Ranking: #1 shortpoem #1 distressing #1 poetry (17.1.2024) #1 poem (24.1.2024)

~ are these the last ones / or the ones that'll last? ~

જ⁀➴ 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍- 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒊𝒍.

✧₊˚🌷 ╱ 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏.𝒄𝒐𝒎 ₊˚✧ 🦢 🍰 ❛ 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇. ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . . 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗇𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌 .ᐟ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✧₊˚. ❪ 𝓰𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝓼𝗁𝗈𝗉 ╱ 𝓪𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝓱𝖾𝗅𝗉 ❫ ❪ 𝓫𝗂𝗈 𝓭𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝓬𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌: @𝗰𝗹𝘃𝗯𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 ❫ ❪ 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒: 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗃𝖺𝗋𝗌 ❫ ₊˚.✧ ╱ ౨ৎ ₊˚ꗃ 𝓼𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝓬𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝓯𝗈𝗋 𝓻𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 ❪ ✿ ❫ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✧₊˚. ❛ 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 ❜ ₊˚.✧ ▎ © ❪ 𝟱𝘀𝗼𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘄𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 ╱ 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧 ❫ ₊˚✧ ౨ৎ

This book holds poems woven from dreams, a tapestry of fantasy and obsession, daring to explore the depths of my emotions beyond mere definition. ˚❀　.　˚　　✦　　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿.　˚　　❀ .　˚✦　.  ✿ 　　˚　　 ❀　　*　˚　 　❀　✦　˚ . For me every soul has a simple story, one that unfolds directly. But when it comes to poems, they transcend the ordinary. They are profound, open to interpretation, deciphered through the unique lens of your own perception. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Soo..shall we uncover the magic within these pages, together exploring the spectrum of emotions and the captivating landscapes of fantasy? Umm..I'll take it as yes (*≧∀≦*) N PLS DON'T MIND MY DESCRIPTION M REALLY NOT GOOD AT IT (￣▽￣) ◇Used Pictures are not mine ◇Source: pinterest ♡So picture CREDIT goes to the rightful Author*

Author:Empire Black Knight Alternative names:全民游戏：从丧尸末日开始挂机 Genre:Action, Adventure, Fantasy Source:Webnovel Status:Ongoing Rating: 8.6/10 from 3069 ratings Fang Heng was transmigrated to a parallel world and his soul was forced into the body of a man who had just committed suicide. Huh? What? Every human here was being forced to join a game? Those who refused would be killed? Wait? This suicide dude was a pro gamer? He had the highest S-rank talent sill, the Zombie Clone? Damn! The S-rank skill evolved! My zombie clones could auto hunt! [Your zombie army has crafted Wooden Axe x720 when you were offline. You have received 1921 experience points for the Basic Crafting skill.] [Your zombie army has chopped down 27,821 trees and gathered 128,973 pieces of wood while you were offline. You have received 2,171,921 experience points for the Basic Wood Chopping skill.] Just as the rest of the players were struggling to survive in the zombie apocalyptic game, Fang Heng's zombie clones were starting to clear every resource out of the forest. Hm... What an interesting game

រឿងរ៉ាវបែបមិនធម្មតាមួយ ពីក្មេងដែលគេត្រូវគេធ្វើបាបប្រែក្លាយជាអ្នកប្រុសដែលមានអំណាចកាចមិនធម្មតា វាជាការប្ដូរវិញ្ញាណមួយចូលខ្លួនមួយទៀត ហួយ៎ ក៏ប្រែតែគេត្រូវបានដាក់ឈ្មោះថាជា omega តែប៉ុណ្ណោះ ប៉ុន្តែការដែលមានភេទជា omega គឺតែងតែត្រូវគេមើលងាយជានិច្ចព្រោះទន់ខ្សោយ តើនឹងមានរឿងអ្វីកើតឡើងក្រោយ omega តូចប្ដូរវិញ្ញាណហើយ គេបានជួបជាមួយ Mafia ម្នាក់នោះ...ហើយMafia ម្នាក់នោះជាមិត្តកាលគេនៅនឹងរាងកាយចាស់

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.

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