Poetry Saves "Souls"

Poetry Saves "Souls"

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Hey fellas !!! Do you feel completely depressed sometimes that even a bucket of ice-cream and Netflix can't help ??? Do you?? Cause I really really really feel that stressed at many occasions. •••• To relax I read poetry ... so trust me when I say that these poems really do help. •••• When we aren't able to say our feelings... or when we can't sort our feelings poetry is there for us. So me being my nice self (well that's rare ) I decided to make a collection of these poetry and publish it to make it easier for u guys to read. •••• This is my second book and my first book didn't actually helped me gaining readers so u decided to write another book. I HOPE that this will help me gaining readers. •••• I be grateful if u add this book in ur libraries and spare some minutes from ur busy routine to read this. •••• Love you my butterflies
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*new cover* I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

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