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The Last Snow
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"I am a Bastard, Birthed from Gods own Sin."
Sunrise,Parabellum.
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Original work first made as a creative writing project for my Eng » Continue Reading
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For the first time ever I went to sleep excited to wake up, after living my whole life dreading tomorrow. Only to once again lay tonight, praying I'd die in my sleep. Just when I started imagining the silliest of things, a future where I'd actually exist. Hand in hand with someone I love. Too bad for me I guess haha. Going from love bombing and constant ily's to zero romantic feelings in the span... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
For the first time ever I went to sleep excited to wake up, after living my whole life dreading tomorrow. Only to once again lay tonight, praying I'd die in my sleep. Just when I started imagining the silliest of things, a future where I'd actually exist. Hand in hand with someone I love. Too bad for me I guess haha. Going from love bombing and constant ily's to zero romantic feelings in the span... » Continue Reading
Category: Religion and Philosophy
I feel like we as humans have a tendency to want to explore and experience everything no matter how morally frowned upon. The way every persons brain is differently wired to desire things and be willing to stoop to inhumane levels if prompted to and/or forc » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Originally from 2022 Draft from my old book I scrapped to rewrite, liked this part a bit tho. That night he died, cold and alone somewhere in the forest behind my childhood home. His bones soaked through and his » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
"This feeling will pass" but what if it won't, what if it'll never go away. What it i'll always feel like this, hopelessly stuck in an infinite loop of trying to be better and then getting worse again. I'm so scared of the future because I can't see myself in it. I can't imagine living long enough to finish school, grow up, maybe start a family. It feels like such an unincomplishable dream. I drea... » Continue Reading
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This is a really cringy poem I wrote late at night for a school project, sorry about that :,). Today I am 5,478 days old, which is 782 weeks or 180 months, making me exactly 15 years old. Everyone is celebrating. Fireworks, balloons, cake, so much excitement. It feels like the perfect birthday, what else could I ask for? As a kid, I craved the attention and sugar rush that comes with it. It feels ... » Continue Reading