#umclite diary

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I'm writer

a writer, they call me for i write poems and stories i write about my downfalls, my battles and glories.

i bleed on paper, and the pen makes the scars, the scars of the stabs and those of the wars.

i write about my love, imagining my lips as pen, and her body as a page i write poetries ten.

i write about my heartbreaks and the heart that shattered these arent even words but those pieces being scattered.

i write my wishes down my hopes and my prayers, i write the things i wanted to say but i never dared.

i write about my tears, which disappeared being vapours, i write a lot more than you know, but i burned those papers.

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No one will ever fully be able to understand the internal battles you had to endure just to heal, just to grow, just to make it here today. Be proud of the way you fought to save yourself. Be proud of the way you survive

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Some people in your life will travel miles to bury you.

But won't cross the street to support you when you're alive.