PoeticalJustice

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StoryEmpathy PoeticalJustice010 years 4 months ago
StoryUntitled PoeticalJustice110 years 4 months ago
StoryTwo Balloons PoeticalJustice010 years 6 months ago
Story"You're Beautiful" (to be continued...) PoeticalJustice010 years 6 months ago
StoryMate of Mine PoeticalJustice210 years 6 months ago
StoryDepression PoeticalJustice110 years 6 months ago
StoryAn Open Box PoeticalJustice110 years 6 months ago
StoryYou do you, I'll do me! PoeticalJustice010 years 6 months ago
StoryUgly World (Snippet) PoeticalJustice010 years 8 months ago
CollectionSpoken Word PoeticalJustice010 years 8 months ago
Story...Scissors. PoeticalJustice010 years 9 months ago
StoryA Flower... PoeticalJustice010 years 9 months ago
StoryAlone PoeticalJustice010 years 10 months ago
StoryInsomnia No More. PoeticalJustice010 years 10 months ago
StoryTrain Journeys PoeticalJustice410 years 10 months ago
StoryDarkness PoeticalJustice110 years 10 months ago
StoryClouds Of Smoke PoeticalJustice010 years 10 months ago
StoryLove.....pfft! PoeticalJustice210 years 10 months ago
StoryFriends?...No?...Ok. PoeticalJustice010 years 10 months ago
StoryOne Of My Scars PoeticalJustice010 years 10 months ago
StoryJustice? PoeticalJustice010 years 10 months ago
StoryAbsorbed. PoeticalJustice010 years 10 months ago
StoryAnger PoeticalJustice010 years 10 months ago
Story"Writing Mode"... PoeticalJustice310 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Colour Brown PoeticalJustice410 years 10 months ago

My stories

Empathy

It sounds silly, but I feel others pain,. Often sympathetic when tryna figure out ones mind frame. We are not the same, yet in many ways we are, yet...

Untitled

Maybe.... I should punch into my chest, cut through the flesh, pull out my beating heart and serve it on a platter for you all to ingest. You're all...
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Two Balloons

This is not a message in a bottle, sent out to sea, It's a poem, on a tree, dedicated to you from me. You see, this tree is beautiful, it will grow...

"You're Beautiful" (to be continued...)

"You're beautiful" He said. I laughed in disregard, yet I want so desperately to believe him. Why? Why, do I believe everything is conceited &...

Depression

Depression. A compression of feelings, cementing you at the roots, sprouting like poison ivy, spreading until darkness completely covers you. A noose...

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