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Última publicación mar, jul 26, 2016
for anyone that is broken heart? </3
nahh i give u .
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that's Y I wrote iT.
Drink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember being once a teenager and thinking I had no one to speak to. So I wrote my pain in poems, it did help but having to think my friends or Family would never understand. I was wrong. Mental health matters. Volume. IConcluida![3:00 AM Thoughts [ Complete ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/209333200-256-k128730.jpg)
3:00 AM Thoughts [ Complete ]
Thoughts at midnight. Love. Heartbreak. Loneliness. Encouragement.Concluida
Just Kinda Wanna Die ❤️
Poems. This blew up over the past couple weeks so, thankyou 🥺👉👈❤️ I um, just use Wattpad to vent so I wasn't really expecting this thankyou all for your comments it means a lot to me
Give me shelter
Have you ever felt so lonely you believed there was nothing left for you? Stashed away, merely forgotten. I mean you could cry and cry, yet no one would hear you. At least no one you truly once loved. Being yourself can be detrimental to others happiness, and so you down play who you are. You devalue your beliefs, your morals fall short and that hollow rock turns into your Mirror. Do you matter anymore? Would anyone care if you simply disappeared? Could you find your way out of the darkness? Look Closer is one of my favourite quotes and so I'll use it as a guide to understanding the complex characters you're about to meet.Concluida
field trip, c. sturniolo (✔️)
'𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝙞'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝙞 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚. 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 - 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚.' ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . ‧₊˚ ✨ enemies since childhood, 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 & 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 never seemed to get over whatever started their life long feud. they hate each other for no apparent reason, and they are about to be tested to their limits when they're assigned to be partners for a field trip. they spend their entire time arguing and fighting, but as the days go on, they're beginning to wonder just how badly they could've misjudged one another. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── © elambz 2022Concluida
•Shattered•
Why did you have to leave me ..Concluida
𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 • C.S ✔️
❝chris?❞ ❝ what?❞ ❝sorry for pushing you away❞ (🎀) 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧 falls in love with her childhood best friend. what happens when she tries to tell him and it's almost too late? chris x fem!oc social media + irl no smut. Started: 05/08/22 Published: 05/09/22 Finished: 08/12/22Concluida
Poems of Pain and Solitude
For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.Concluida
Drink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember being once a teenager and thinking I had no one to speak to. So I wrote my pain in poems, it did help but having to think my friends or Family would never understand. I was wrong. Mental health matters. Volume. I
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