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Halima Story She was taught that good girls stay quiet. That some truths are too heavy to say out loud. That love means carrying it alone. For 7 years, Halima kept Mama Bose's secret buried under "I'm fine." She smiled at family dinners. She answered when they called her. But every night, the silence got heavier. At 11:47 PM, the weight became too much. Her fingers shook. Her heart said _speak_. Her fear said _don't_. She chose anyway. This isn't just about what she said. It's about what it costs to finally say

තත්පරයක සිතුවිලි අකුරු කර, පිටුවක රඳවා තබාගන්නා උත්සාහයකි

Let's Be Real... I'll Go First 💛 This isn't really a story. It's a conversation. A place where I show up, say something real, and then pass it to you. Some days will be deep. Some will be fun. Some might be a little too honest. But every post? I go first. And then it's your turn 💛

They changed their skin to fit society... but lost themselves in the process.

Just a little reminder to everyone going through a tough time Maybe you see yourself in this story... Maybe you know someone who feels like this...

Hallo, ich habe eine sehr tragische Liebesgeschichte geschrieben und sie ist sehr abstrakt geschrieben, da ich mich gerne anpasse an den Inhalt meiner Geschichten. Eine wirkliche Fan-Fiction ist es jetzt nicht, aber es ist eine anspruchsvolle Geschichte. Man sollte sie nicht runterrasseln, sondern über jeden Schritt nachdenken und sein eigenes Interpretieren. Ich wünsche euch viel Spaß beim lesen. In Love Hany.

The guys from All Time Low are stuck in a world where zombies are taking over! Jack is madly in love with Alex, but when his friend dies and him and Alex get into an argument will he choose to stay with his closest friends or run off with complete strangers?

A deep dive into my brain. Posting these poems for people to possibly resonate with and get a sense of comfort knowing you aren't the only one feeling how you are. Stay strong🫶 P.s. I'm not a professional writer and I do this as a way to air out.

Read to see...

Depression is often treated like a temporary storm - something people expect to pass quickly. But what happens when it doesn't? This psychological piece explores the emotional exhaustion, helplessness, guilt, and silent fractures that can develop between depressed individuals and the people who love them. Not written to blame either side, but to honestly examine what long-term suffering does to human relationships.

A book that might be relatable it depends would you give it a read

Rantings

This is a collection of short stories from someone who has excelled at the art of noticing, namely, a writer. And so all that speaks not has been given a voice, and through this lens of truth a simple world is shown.

I randomly started writing this because i really have no one to share this. And i felt like people here aren't that judgemental.

About a young innocent girl, Hannah and the unexpected life she leads as a new Muslim following a tragedy, involving the death of one of her parents in a car accident...

This is my compilation of my poetry. Photos that attach in every chapter are not mine those are from other website that I looked for. link are on the chapters to give credit to the owner. Thankyou. Wushooooo!

A single name from the new guy at work stops him cold: Aira is dead. Cancer stole her two years ago, and no one ever told him. The woman who once knew him better than anyone is gone and she took his deepest secret with her. Back then, in the hazy aftermath of too many late nights, he finally let the truth slip to her alone: something about himself he'd buried so deep he could barely say it out loud. She didn't flinch. She didn't judge. She just listened, held it gently, and swore it would stay between them forever. Now she's buried, and that confession is buried too. But as he replays her old voice messages, leaves wilted sunflowers at her grave, and sits in the aching silence she left behind, the secret begins to claw its way back to the surface. The memories he tried to forget. The glances he pretended meant nothing. The part of himself he still can't name without his heart racing. He thought the grave would keep it hidden forever. He was wrong. Some secrets die quietly. Others wait until their keeper is gone-then demand to be heard.

I Don't care if no one reads this.... Why would I? I'm not even using my own name. But if some unlucky soul DOES read this, then I hope you can relate to what I am about to tell you. Because this... this is My Time and soon you will come to realize how much I need this. How long I have been waiting for this.