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Two years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.

This is a book, comprised of words in which are slowly becoming unforgotten upon my heart. They have been trapped here for far too long and it's time that I shared them with the world. So come, dare to look within the depths of my very soul as I paint the truest colors of others, and the world alike around us. Within this book you will find the truest definition of everything I've come to realize, so I hope that you as-well will fall in love with them as I have. Who knows, perhaps within these cinder fragments you shall find pieces of yourself here too.

Tragically hopeless. Incredibly hopeful.

this is a book of poetry that will be updated regularly. it holds my deepest thoughts and feelings. some poems will have trigger warnings. this collection of poems is based off of heartbreak and losing someone who means the world to you but also losing yourself in the process. please handle these poems with care and never forget that you are not alone.

Poetry is a beautiful way for self-expression, allowing me to share my thoughts and emotions in a powerful and captivating way. It is an art form that allows me to explore the depth of my feelings, and to communicate them to others in a way that is both moving and memorable. Whether through rhyme or metaphor, poetry offers a unique and endlessly rewarding way to explore the human experience.

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

You never know what you will come across in life, rather if it'll be your future husband or wife. I've developed an entire new view, if it wasn't for you. You'll travel my journey line by line. Come along for the ride. Live in someone else's shoes for once. Some is real; some is fake. But not everyone experiences the same things.

The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.

Memories are things that come to me in happiness or sadness of sorrows, so I made poetry. Old memories you will always be a very big part of me.

i'll break my own heart in remembering. (amateur poetry spanning from a very long time ago to now)