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The song
"The song."
I thought I knew the old song, the one where someone would try and catch my attention. They would always come with the sweetest words, the compliments, the sugar to catch the flies and the lies... of course, the lies. I thought I knew that song, when love turned sour, when the attraction was short-lived and when there was no happy ending. I knew the tune, I played it blindly. I essentially was running back into my old wound, seeking familiarity. Love songs hurt me, listening to any of them brought tears to my eyes and I could see the miserable past of mine play in the background of my head. Love songs were tragedies.
I thought I
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The song
"The song."
I thought I knew the old song, the one where someone would try and catch my attention. They would always come with the sweetest words, the compliments, the sugar to catch the flies and the lies... of course, the lies. I thought I knew that song, when love turned sour, when the attraction was short-lived and when there was no happy ending. I knew the tune, I played it blindly. I essentially was running back into my old wound, seeking familiarity. Love songs hurt me, listening to any of them brought tears to my eyes and I could see the miserable past of mine play in the background of my head. Love songs were tragedies.
I thought I
Who is she
Who is she?
I lost a girl who I once knew,
Not really understanding how and why it happened.
I always hear about her, from people who she once knew
But I forgot everything about this girl, I lost her.
Me... I lost myself.
I am the girl of that story, the one everyone knows a piece of.
I am the girl of that story, the one who got lost over the years.
Could it be that growing up made me lose that girl? Could it be?
I highly doubt, because when I look deeper into it, I realize that I don't know.
This girl, I never knew her.
Who is she?
I realized that I never knew her. As far as I can remember, there's nothing about her that stands out.
She w
Notebooks available
After consulting with friends and being encouraged to do so. I present you the two notebooks I'm selling :)
Please inbox me with
-your order (s)
-your paypal e-mail (so I know who's who)
-your e-mail (so I can send you the pdf files)
I will give you my paypal address and once all is set and done you will receive the notebook(s)
- The misadventures of Eros and Thanatos (11 dollars) A compilation of poems, about Love, Death, Hope, Despair and other struggles could be available in PDF format for those who are interested in reading these. for example, you have this one:
-Another realm (6 dollars) A compilation of completely original plots
The moon thief
« I am chasing the moon when all I should do is bury myself in the dirt »
He heard her laments as she was wondering why her life was so empty and disappointing.
He watched as she wept in the dark, her face bathed in the warm light of the moon.
He watched as she gave up and knelt on the floor, imploring the moon's mercy to end it all.
And it broke his heart to see her like this.
« I did as they said, I dreamed big but my dreams were delusions, lies I kept telling myself. »
She laid on the floor, her body curled into a ball as her arms wrapped around her legs.
She had given up after so many fruitless attempts to fight and k
My New Boss: Giving in
A/N: Venting piece I guess. Zeus is acting like a fool but he's very conflicted. He is also aware of how much of an asshole he really is, but his feelings for Asma are real, raw and sometimes toxic.
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4th of July,
He got into a fight. Typical for Zeus, troubles had always been his middle name. The reasons were never the same but somehow always revolved around one thing: his pain. He was a walking bleeding wound. Of course, he would always find a reason to hurt himself. From his tender age to his adulthood, the handsome son of the wealthiest entrepreneur of New-York City always got himself into fist fights. That got him excluded ten and
Le bon roi
Pour tous il était un héro. Le bon roi. Celui qui avait réussis à rendre sa dignité à son peuple et à ramener la paix dans son royaume. Il n'y avait plus de guerre et les envahisseurs semblaient ne plus s'intéresser à son bout de terre. Du moins, c'était ce que son peuple pensait. Il leur avait offert ce que nul autre roi auparavant n'avait pu réussir : la sécurité. C'était peu dire à quel point tout cela n'était qu'une utopie, un rêve bien vendu pour que les plus petits puissent dormir sur leur deux oreilles et que les plus grands se tournent vers l'avenir.
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Je te souhaite de passer une bonne après-midi et un bon début de semaine
Amitiés
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