"Dear, Lucifer"

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přečtení 456
Hlasy 98
Části 12
Čas 9m

When your thoughts turn into dreams. 
When your dreams turn into reality.
 
Stories on "Lucifer", Himself living life as a normal human being.Všechna práva vyhrazena

anger broken hurt poet poetry sadness

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When I Can't Do Anything Else od Dreamwald

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

of short stories and poetries that we write just to satisfy ourselves ; precisely our feelings .

i'll break my own heart in remembering. (amateur poetry spanning from a very long time ago to now)

You never know what you will come across in life, rather if it'll be your future husband or wife. I've developed an entire new view, if it wasn't for you. You'll travel my journey line by line. Come along for the ride. Live in someone else's shoes for once. Some is real; some is fake. But not everyone experiences the same things.

Happy tune #Wattys 2017 od itsmeshalini25c

Never take life too seriously.. Spare a moment for love :) ...Am a dreamer and poetry paints my dreams into words :') .................... And you will be wondering why "HAPPY" cause it's a paradox version of life.

Capture : Like a camera, I aim to freeze every moment, emotion, and detail.

i went through heaven and hell experiencing love, war, lies, hate, heartbreaks and recovery. every change, wound or memory has its meaning, and "red" explains this, in the most tragic way i could ever fit my words in.

My mind is the only place where I cannot be hurt but before you read my poetry you are stepping into my mind you can judge me all you want at this point of life I do not care anymore!! -T.P.📖🖋

The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.

Poems from the lonely heart that always silence what they want to say. Mostly for fear of starting something they don't want to see it end.

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When I Can't Do Anything Else

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

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