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Hurricane Me
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Laufend, Zuerst veröffentlicht Sep. 09, 2016
"What if I fall? Oh but my darling, what if you fly?"

This story is about living in a world filled with hate and feeling like you don't fit in. This book is for people with anxiety, depression, gets panic attacks or deals with any other mental health issues, and feels as if they are alone in the world. It's also about  learning to reach out and not push loved ones away. There may also be a mysterious guy... 🤔

This book is partially written in poetry, and may be confusing. Also don't stop reading, the first few chapters are short poems-type things, but the chapters get longer as they go on. As the character realizes how important her life is instead of throwing it away, the chapters turn into real chapters instead of poems. 

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A Broken Optimist

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She's a lost soul, searching for Froot Loops in a world of Cheerios. Emotions. Inflicted by words, Creating signals to connect those emotions. A pang in your heart, the dull ache of love, a tedious, meaningless thing to some. The entire thing to others. Confusing, at the least. All consuming, at the most. We bundle it inside, Hide it in boxes, In the deepest crevices of our persona, Then suddenly, it burst free, tumbling into the atmosphere, filling every hour, every moment. Words convey it. Words share it. Through words, our emotions are liberated. Disclaimer: I wrote this throughout the course of a year. It had its ups and it's down in emotion. It ends on a happy note, I think. It has some overdramatic things in which my past self annoys me sometimes. But it also has some good pieces of thought. The world sucks. I can't promise that it's not going to suck, Because it probably always will. But there will be times Where the good in the world Makes it suck a little less.