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POEMS ARE MY BREAK-FAST

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Welcome to my daily basis. 
Thank you for taking your pure time to read my poems. Don't forget to vote. I heart y'all lovelies...


THINKING OF WHATS COMING TOMORROW

 As Im sitting in my kitchen floor 
Starring at plates and flame door
Thinking of what's coming tomorrow
Big thoughts of what future hold
And all i get is brain pain,
As I lay down in the dark room
Into deep confusion I am
Somewhere far my mind is driving me
Only because im still a teen,
Praying to the human kind
Save me from the mystery of life
Im drowing too deep and i can't help it
only because im not epic enough.All Rights Reserved

herbivorous pedz101 rileygilinsky rubyqueen09 tugkralice

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"POEMS"
Thu, Nov 10, 2016

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"POEMS"
Thu, Nov 10, 2016

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Sometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of rants and thoughts and poems for you guys. Everything is written how I wanted it to be rants will be long with few pauses and there will be mistakes I might have skipped over. Aha. Poems at the beginning from when I was 15 years old to now when Im 18. Truly a visual of my writing evolution. Edited by @ChemicalStarling who writes a lot but never posts! Read on, loves. I'll see you on the other side...

I'm Tired by hheng07

I'm tired. I did my best, no one acknowledged me. It seems to be hell wherever I go or do. I died and reincarnated. When can I stop acting? "END MY MISERY, please I beg of you." "I'm tired...so tired." TW: depressing thoughts, swearing, violence, murder DISCLAIMER: I do not own "Who Made me a Princess. I do not own the pictures used in this unless I draw them myself. Date Started: 6/8/2021 Date Finished: 2/1/22 Highest Ranking: #1 Sbapod #37 Lucas #1 Athanasia #1 Athyxlucas #2 suddenlybecameaprincessoneday #6 athanasiadealgerobelia #5 sibap #3 ijekielalpheus #81 whomademeaprincess #49 claudedealgerobelia #1 lucathy #1 lilianyork #14 wmmap #1 onedayibecameaprincess

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On his death bed my father had one wish, or two in my perspective. First that i try to live a peaceful life, one he couldn't ever dream of. Second to marry the son of his partner. As the first could only be achieved by the actualisation of the second. He wanted me to wash my hands clean of the mafia, he hadn't raised me to even pick a gun. He wanted a man who would protect me but would have me locked up behind him always. I hadn't even met my future husband but i walk down the aisle at the ripe age of twenty to be tied to a man i knew nothing of

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