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Abs or Biceps?

shut up I just want to be loved correctly to the point I don't overthink about any fear of replacement

—Areeb

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Voices or wailing.

these voices in my head are screaming, no wailing to be saved.

i protect myself from these voices only to realize it late that

I'm destroying instead of saving it.

—Areeb

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Please stop by to read it.

So, I've thought about it a lot and finally decided to share with you guys.

I've been on Tumblr for a long time and posting/writing. And I've noticed that no one supports each other and there's no one to support me. I've supported almost everyone, checking out their contents and sharing them with my close friends for support. But I've noticed that when my turn comes no one's there to support me or read my work. It's been a month and days I've published my first Collab poetry book but no one's reading it. I've lost motivation and gatekeep so much Poetry in my drafts. The fear in me for not getting recognised scares me. I've joined a lot of communities but everyone is just busy. Even my own IRL friends don't care what I do or write. I thought I'd grow in this field but it's making me smaller. I don't just write for the purpose of gaining. I write to feel, and thought there would be someone out there who feels like me. Do people always be ungrateful and ignorant after they've got what they wanted?

I don't understand why they do it. But it hurts I swear. Even my own family is against my writing. Telling me to stop publishing or "my mind has been gutted because I read books" is really selfish and cruel for me. Not only me but the one who writes, and reads poetry, novels, stories.

I know a lot of people go through this in their family and friends and ISTG This hurts. But I still didn't quit my writing. I put out all my pain and grieve on the paper and let it decide. I'll stay here in these books, in these lines, and these communities. And please please support me through my journey which is tough for me to handle it alone. The only thing I can do is write.

[areeb1009]

I crave. something strong, not the fragile "I miss you, or i love you" but something that rips my ribcage and grab my heart out of it. something that will linger for thousands of eternities, even when I fade, I'll be unforgettable.

—Areeb

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Grievance is such a alive thing in a dead soul.

—Areeb

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every second you don’t pick up is a second you’re freeing yourself from being lesser than you are.

A second you’re reclaiming your power.

—Areeb

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So when I look at those eyes, I don’t just see beauty. I feel the tug-of-war between wanting to hold them close and the danger of getting lost inside them. They say “come closer” and “beware” at the same time.

—Areeb

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I'm having a hard time writing. Might be writers block. My mind is not working and idk how to get out of this loop! Someone help me. What do I do if I'm having writers block situation 😔