Lifesucks Stories

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❝ CHOOSE YOUR LAST WORDS THIS IS THE LAST TIME CAUSE YOU AND I WE WERE BORN TO DIE ❞ world war II era tom riddle × fem!oc

Where the WPCS members rant (a lot of T ranting)

A collection of raw, haunting free-verse poems about the words left unspoken, the masks we wear, the ghosts we carry, and the quiet battles no one else can see. These pages are filled with grief, rage, hope, healing, and the parts of ourselves we hide just to survive.

Collection of poetry The pain in our heart. The war in our head. The tears, the kisses and the punches. The love for you And all the things I want to tell you but I can't out loud. This collection of poetry is sad and full of love. A hard relationship with oneself, with life itself. Hoping to learn how love the right way.

My thoughts on life, dreams and thoughts in general and life updates 🐝🍃💕

Written as a slow unraveling of love into distance, making it impossible to understand a person or the reasons behind their pain. A confessional poem about frustration, guilt, and the quiet ache of watching connection fade. #PoetryCommunity #OriginalPoem #ConfessionalPoetry #InnerConflict #MentalHealthPoetry #DarkPoetry #RawPoetry #SpilledInk #WritingCommunity #EmotionalWriting #PoetryLovers

People in 5/6C, short stories, and my opinions on them.

Book 03 of "The Human Ache Series" A series of poetry collections In this world of disappearance, between the bliss and the abyss, Realization gnawed upon me As I understood this world was the real abyss "The hell is empty because all devils are here" That line hit harder than ever Cause now I understand that hiding from the eyes Trying to survive, I did die - Aro New Poetry Collection, new rollercoaster of emotions. So lock the belt and come on the ride and feel my mood swings with me.

Rants and/or vents

I'm gonna post everyday what's going on to my life ps.. I will post before 5:00 because I'm grounded for the rest of my life there's one thing that I want to achieve in my life is to get out of this house and my own house :'( don't read if you don't like it :|

For Freddie Benson, his life adult life hasn't been easy. He's been through 2 failed marriages, his attempt to start a company has failed, and now he has a stepdaughter who doesn't respect him. It seemed like life couldn't get any worse. Unfortunately, Freddie has another string of misfortune when he gets shot one night while at home. This could be the final straw for Freddie, and lead to him having a mental breakdown. That is, if he survives being shot. I came up with this story about a year ago. This story deals with the consequences of what happens when you go too far.

Idk im on writers block and i got bored-

A sad poem about having no father

An Assay from my school book but with my twists and imagination.

Just a sad poem about being the oldest

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The idea is writing short letters to heaven. I'm publishing parts randomly. The work's probably no abandoned yet:) Also these are all fully fictional and not I'm exactly religious myself either...

Words are anchors to the thread of hope. Words heard are nothing to a scope of hope. Words are like guns - trigger the ropes of hope. Words are instigators. Their strength imprints on the strings of hope. Hope is to believe in the unbelievable. Hope is the light you see with your eyes closed. - 𝒟𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐸𝓁𝓁𝑒 ♡