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collection of writings from my unhinged girl mind🎀 

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This is a series of short stories, poems and thoughts I've written over the years, compiled into this collection. Most of these were written years ago. Some I've written as early as this year (2025). The purpose of this volume is to feel. Feel everything as though you are the main character experiencing each emotion expressed through my writing. These are written through my perspective as a woman, but please let this resonate with you regardless of your identity. Please vote, comment, like and share. Thank you! - nhiamare

Maybe you don't know it yet, maybe you haven't noticed it, maybe you haven't felt it. But all of us, are broken somewhere on the inside. We've all been sad at one point or another, or depressed, or lonely. We've all been broken. ______________ Just a collection of short stories and poems by a sad teenager.

මේ ලොකෙ මන් වැඩියෙන්ම ආදරේ කරේ මගෙ අම්මාට උනත්,ඔයා දැන් ඇත්තටම එතනට රීප්ලේස් වෙලා ඉවරයි. -ශනිරු නිතින් ආකාශ්- කොච්චර හැඟිම් හිත ඇතුලෙ පොදි ගැහුවත් මට මන් වෙන්න අයිතියක් නෑ.මට මන් වෙන්න හේතු නෑ -තෙනුජ දෙව්රු ඒකනායක- 2025.10.24 ✍️

My second collection of poetry, thoughts, and more. Mostly just empty words for empty people, Feel free to read..

နေသာသော နေ့တစ်နေ့၌ ရုတ်တရက်ဆိုသလို သူ့ ခံစားချက်များကို မတော်တဆ ဖွင့်ဟ ဝန်ခံမိခဲ့သည်။ တစ်လကြာပြီးနောက် သူသဘောကျနေသော တစ်ဦးတည်းသောသူမှာ ကောင်မလေး ရသွားခဲ့လေသည်။ Total _ 8 chapters

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𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒔𝒆🥀🖤 [18+] by Redbloomin

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚?

⚖️💥 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕚𝕝 💥⚖️ - 𝗢𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 - by ChenQing4

මතකයට හැකියිනම් වන්න පිහිඇනුමක්.. සුසුමකට නොහැකි ඇයි දුක දරාගැනුමක්.. කඳුළ යනු රිදුමකදි බර මනින මිනුමක්.. ආදරය කියන්නෙම අත්හැරෙන දිනුමක්.🥀 Published -2024 /11/11 Start - 2025 / 06 / 22

Trapped in my own head by WildImaginations16

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)

I make my own poems for fun

"Musings and stories of an ordinary girl, who's just trying to sum up her infinite stream of thoughts into small little miracles."

poems, messy thoughts.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘚𝘪𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

Ten Ways I Killed You I ✔ by Cherrylust_X

❝She loved him like a prayer; He left her like a passing season.❞

ɪ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛఌ ᴍs.ɢʟᴏᴄᴋ's ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴs #2

I used to think there'd be no living without you. Then, you walked away. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. We finally stopped making sense to you. So, you left. Why wouldn't you. It didn't matter that it still made sense to me. That I still held on to all those what ifs and unanswered questions of us. Still hoped for things to work out somehow. Still needed things to work out. Needed it like food and water. This story might not make much sense to you, reader. It was written for him. And in many ways for myself. But I am grateful for your desire to explore our life's tale non the less. It was quite something. I hope you'll get something out of it.

"𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦...𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞."

I'm not even safe in my own mind. #1 in 2amthoughts 8/13/2018

for the people who taught me the things that no one else ever could: thank you. 🎓

Amore.

This is a series of short stories, poems and thoughts I've written over the years, compiled into this collection. Most of these were written years ago. Some I've written as early as this year (2025). The purpose of this volume is to feel. Feel everything as though you are the main character experiencing each emotion expressed through my writing. These are written through my perspective as a woman, but please let this resonate with you regardless of your identity. Please vote, comment, like and share. Thank you! - nhiamare

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