Mirakee
Wanting to run away from toxic situations is not weak.
stardxstqueen
Omg i can't even post anymore, I don't have the app, till we meet again Adios.
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stardxstqueen
11w
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You can follow me on wattpad and dreame.
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stardxstqueen
11w
Toxic is toxic.
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stardxstqueen
11w
If you were dumped just know, they dropped diamond for coal.
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Oooh I heard something deep today.
Boy:I'm sorry let's fix us.
Girl: There is no us.
Boy: Please, please let me fix this...
Girl: you can't save someone who's already dead -
stardxstqueen
11w
Without you I can't breathe, I love you so much my nose
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stardxstqueen
11w
Love sometimes blinds you from the truth.
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stardxstqueen
11w
Damn, this lady like : ''I have come from the streets to streets being named after me.''
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stardxstqueen
11w
I'm not romantic, I like the books but don't believe in love, or is it philophobia. Ugh, I'm going insane.
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stardxstqueen
11w
Ugh judge me when you're perfect.
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Every race isn't meant to lead .
©childauthor_345 -
aishaabbahaladu
12w
Be proud
Of how
Hard you
Are trying
Aisha Abba Haladu -
Believe it or not
But life is nothing without a friend .
And I am just missing him .
©childauthor_345 -
People will remember you by your works and fames
Not for your beautiful or ugly names .
©childauthor_345 -
cathdavies
12w
Heartshock
But I am alive.
She is not.
But I breathe.
She does not.
But I live.
She is light.
She is spirit.
I am guilt.
She lifts.
I pull back.
She ascends.
I am grounded.
Split in death.
I, mortal.
United in love.
She, eternal.
©cathdavies -
My childhood......
The mysterious history which I look up,
The wastage of time that I just broke up.
For me it was a cloudy day with full shower,
I just try my hard to make up with my power.
The happiness I lost has no end,
But now I am seeking God the beyond.
I could just cherish it now because, I fall...
I have no friends in my childish times to make good smell.
When at school I came my way there,
Too far I reaches...because I starts there.
Now I see the child's having fun together,
Which I thirsting for the love I lost to gather.. -
Just remember it
Only thoughts and feelings can be shared
Not love .
©childauthor_345 -
childauthor_345
12w
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I just hope you will read it .
@toshuu @sukhmann_Kaur29 @aashi629 happy Dussehra
And I don't think goodness needs invitationDear ,
Mirakee family ,
I know only 10% of the people would try to read it . Btw , I want to wish you for dushehra and I just want to convey a message to you ,
I have a wish , you should make fire upon your bad habits , evilness , anger , selfishness , ego , jealousy .
You can't do nothing instead of concentrating little amount of carbon dioxide into your surrounding by burning the piece of plastics and papers .
Don't only kill the character ' ravana' only but kill that Ravana inside you .
Yours truly
Anuj .
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myebby84_heaven
13w
Morning comes as I envelope myself to a new beginning of life that I plan to form
A journey that I will start until I finish
©myebby84_heaven -
chaotic_phrases
19w
Nature //
On every tattered ceiling
I can see the cracks
between my lips that
never speaks
'Home is dead'.
It no longer can embrace me
under the sunshine that
somersaults within clouds
and rainbows would seep
inside my fragile heart.
I fade into a beauty
that many termed
dewdrops and this is
why my fate rests over
thousands of green leaves
that can never count upon
my blessings in numbers.
My body forms a template
that can bedazzle love when
all the articulations of pain
fall on the ground and people
name it Petrichor.
I am vogue of past.
Smell of ginger sliced between
palms that reeked warmth.
I have been the crease drawn
between an evening's plight
or morning's delight.
I'm the Autumn whispered
into a room where hues of
maple is buried in a poem.
You can see I'm the equation
that derives oyster from oceans
and reason of the massiveness
of the thoughts staying in your
head all day long.
I like how your blanket had been
a playground since ages where
your dreams could either snuggle
you as a memory or someone's
presence.
I sprinkle black pepper on
enthusiasm when summer fields
borrow some flakes of corn
from the pleasures after being
sun kissed.
In the journey between climbing
mountains and bridging a river
I cling onto voice of nightingale
that makes me conscious about
destructions human had been
causing to me.
A medicinal herb, pulp of paper
and wooden trunks are parts
of my skin and I shed them
every second.
I wonder if my heartbreak has
a season?
©chaotic_phrases
