Happiness is a myth I was never meant to believe in, so I write about the things that stay; pain, ghosts, and the weight of emptiness.
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Stories by TrashPanda
Void
A collection of quiet sorrows, lost moments, and unspoken words. These poems carry the weight of longing and...
Whispers...
You scream, but no one listens. They never do.They were forgotten. Now they remember you.
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Just a collecti...
Bloodstained Masterpieces
In the city of Valbar, a series of brutal murders sends shockwaves through the art community. Detective Naomi...