Dans ce monde, de valeureux héros se battent pour ou contre la paix. Alors lâchez vous putain! Le manque de respe.

Writing, Poetry, Short Stories. It was glimmer in his eyes that caught my attention. The truth and sadness within. The hurt he endured but masked so well. Seeking far inside of him was where I cared to be. To know his heart how no one ever could. Is where I aimed to breathe. Posted in Poetry, Short stories. Posted in Poetry, Short stories.

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Growing up means being complicated. And though you hold on to the simple things that make you smile, time has its way of letting you forget till one day you wake up wondering for the day when you were genuinely happy. I hate that I have created this person that is so vulnerable she chose to hide under the cloak of time for two years, refusing to let go of you.

Avant à toi je pensais. Avant je me pensais heureuse. Avant je me trouvais affreuse.