I wish I could stopped time whilst listening to your sweet ballad. Solo. Spinning whilst reminiscing of a memorial façade
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I've made this poem the last time I can't sleep. And rn, I also can't sleep.
One name. Two words. Three books. In a world where negativity is outlawed, those who choose to live their truth have tough choices to make. This is the preface of a series I may or may not continue.
Depression. Loneliness. All emotions with many casualties.
Never judge someone for being different than you. Take the time to listen to another persons needs, you never know, you just might save a li...
“The dead are rising, killing the living. I am one of the few left alive. I wish I could talk about my heroic actions, about how I saved humanity and stuff. But no. I missed her. Therefore, I only tri...
The son of an assassin overlord is challenged of his beliefs an ultimate test of loyalty, where he confronts destiny and dares to defy a life-altering trial.
Tradition is viewed as as artist's palette, each color representing a cherished memory or custom. As time passes, new shades are added, and the poem can evoke the bittersweet beauty of how tradition e...
Ainesley opens his laptop. All you can hear is the air breathe by the aircondition. In a dusty carpet he lies, where he faces the only root of light in his dim room. It's the middle of the night and...
A mysterious man sits alone, ragged and weathered from hiding himself away. A thunderstorm rages outside as the man sits against a window, contemplating his fate.
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A handmade bible is passed down, changing each persons lives for the better...so they they think.
I wish I could stopped time whilst listening to your sweet ballad. Solo. Spinning whilst reminiscing of a memorial façade
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I've made this poem the last time I can't sleep. And rn, I also can't sleep.
One name. Two words. Three books. In a world where negativity is outlawed, those who choose to live their truth have tough choices to make. This is the preface of a series I may or may not continue.
Depression. Loneliness. All emotions with many casualties.
Never judge someone for being different than you. Take the time to listen to another persons needs, you never know, you just might save a li...
“The dead are rising, killing the living. I am one of the few left alive. I wish I could talk about my heroic actions, about how I saved humanity and stuff. But no. I missed her. Therefore, I only tri...
The son of an assassin overlord is challenged of his beliefs an ultimate test of loyalty, where he confronts destiny and dares to defy a life-altering trial.
Tradition is viewed as as artist's palette, each color representing a cherished memory or custom. As time passes, new shades are added, and the poem can evoke the bittersweet beauty of how tradition e...
Ainesley opens his laptop. All you can hear is the air breathe by the aircondition. In a dusty carpet he lies, where he faces the only root of light in his dim room. It's the middle of the night and...
A mysterious man sits alone, ragged and weathered from hiding himself away. A thunderstorm rages outside as the man sits against a window, contemplating his fate.
Source: https://www.wattpad.com/10...
A handmade bible is passed down, changing each persons lives for the better...so they they think.