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Jayna Stevens thought she had everything when Ginny Natnicha walked into her life. Ginny wasn't just beautiful - she was kind, intelligent, caring, and the only person who truly understood Jayna. Loving her felt like home. But love isn't always enough. When family problems begin to tear Ginny apart, the weight becomes too heavy to carry. One painful night changes everything, and Jayna is left with nothing but memories and unanswered questions. Just when it seems like their story has ended, fate gives them something impossible - another chance. But if someone is given a second life... will love still find its way back?

a note for those left behind

hey y'all, i think imma just do some good ass quotes 🖤🖤

Recently, my thoughts, my stress levels, my anxiety, my sadness, and my losing battle against depression have gotten worse. I guess they haven't gotten worse, I've just started to notice how bad things are. I've noticed how fake my smiles have been. How I've been struggling not to cry even when there is nothing to cry about. Scratch that, there is too much to cry about. So much, that my mind has gone haywire and I can't control my emotions anymore. I snap at my friends, I ignore people trying to help, I can't control the nasty tone of my voice, I've become super clingy, I deny the fact that I need help, and even worse, I can't feel a lot of happiness...at least, not as much as I used to. So, I decided to take this on all by my self. It's my problem, now I need to fix it. I've tried singing...that didn't get far until I got reminded why I don't sing, I've tried being a total nerd...God knows I'm not nearly as smart as one has to be for that, I've tried painting...that helped, but only temporarily. Lastly, I've come to writing. This has helped me so much in so many ways. Now, without further ado, here is what I have written in the high point of my depression.

The sun still sets The moon still hangs in the sky But no one wants to see it Without you

I've got 99 problems and that trains on my mind. I'm allows alone with people around, I've got 99 problems but silence surrounds. (Suicide awareness)

Suicide poems made by me. I'm here for people like me. I want to help. Please allow me too. I know how you feel.❤✌(Some what!)

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Lost in the depths of pain and wounds is a beautiful soul. But does anyone see her drowning? There's so much pain, everything feels numb. TW⚠️: Self-harm, suicide

They asked me : do you write poetry or poems ? I write what I feel, I don't know if that's a poetry or a poem, a quote or just a text. I write what I feel and never regret for expressing my feelings and my pain. I should be less sensitive and emotional that's what I've been thinking for these past days Stop believing in people, that's what You're gonna regret, You know how much it hurts when they stab you on your back.

The title explains what this is

It's in the title.

○°◇°♤°Literature about a rope. It speaks words softly, only to those who dare listen to it. It only speaks two words, "Trust me" it says. Some follow through, some don't. Don't think you heard nothing, consider what the rope says. Think about what it said. After all, this is just literature about a rope.°♤°◇°○

A series of poems written to say something.

Violet Sharp aka Vee. She's the impulsive and head-strong girl who gets high on words and crushes on Shakespeare. Patience doesn't exist in her dictionary. Poems do. So when Derek Woods happens upon her life, she knows her poems will never be the same ever again. Derek Woods. An old soul. His curly hair as black as the coffee he drinks and his eyes a wild green that captivates one and all. He doesn't do relationships. He doesn't do love stories. But what is he to do when a little fire breathing dragon named Vee desperately wants to cast him as the Romeo to her Juliet? Relationships crash and burn all the time. But will this sweet little love between them be the very death of them? Literally?

A common misery encountered by many. Unfortunately for Hardik, he failed to overcome it. Was his family's negligence a crucial factor for his death?

I'm writing all of Suicide Silence's lyrics in here from all of their albums, new and old.