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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓:
𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥
𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵.
𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.
𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖕 𝕴𝖙𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋:
𝘚𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘴.

𝕳𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖔 𝕵𝖔𝖎𝖓:
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤.
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯.

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“You have to follow your own voice. You have to be yourself when you write. In effect, you have to announce, ‘This is me, this is what I stand for, this is what you get when you read me. I’m doing the best I can—buy me or not—but this is who I am as a writer.” ~ David Morrell
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- ShadoweEcho posted to guest book of Writer's Group
  Public • June 23, 2026, 1:56 pm
  
  hi I joined i hope thats ok. Im working on like a billion stories rn so heres part of the first chapter.
  
  “Canadits.” A voice sounded through the speakers, making everyone stop what they were doing to listen. “Today your final day at Secenta Academy. Please make your way to the Arena to receive your graduation certificate.”
  
  The voice then cut off leaving the students in a frenzy of excitement. Of course, they knew this was coming. But hearing the Rune say it herself made it exciting.
  
  The students filed in a mass towards the Arena, but I stayed behind, waiting for the crowd to pass. My name is Eylisia, but my name around here is Shatter. I was smart enough to know to let them go first, because I still had a few minutes til Sigil actually started.
  
  “I see your hanging back once again.” A voice came from behind me. I smiled, knowing who it was instantly.
  
  “You seem to be stealing my idea, but no surprise there.” I turned around to face a boy with silver-streaked black hair.
  
  He grinned down at me. “Well of course. Don’t I always? I mean, you do have the best ideas. Besides myself of course.” I rolled my eyes, smiling.
  
  “Come on, lets go Veyzar. The others are probably waiting for us.” I pressed a button to close my locker, and we heard off down the hallway. There were still a few students who had the same ideas as us in the halls, but it was a low enough amount that no one was getting bumped trying to get te the Arena.
  
  “So..” Veyzar said as we turned a corner. “Who do you think we’ll be paired with? I mean I hope I’m not with you, you’re soooo annoying.” He said smiling. But something in his expression told me he was worried.
  
  “Well I’m sure we will both be paired with the best person for us. But I hope I’m paired with you. Even though you think I’m soooo annoying.” I smiled at him. He smiled back at me as he tried to hide his relief. But before he could say anything more, we reached the entrance to the Arena.
  
  We entered through the West doors and walked along the back of the crowd. The marble walls rose far above us, with outcoves carved out with seats in them. Then in the center of the Arena about 20 feet up, is the Rune’s observatory.
  
  On normal days, when Sigil class is happening, she would view from there, taking notes. The ones who impressed her had a better chance of moving up in the levels. And the higher you were in the levels, the better cities you got.
  
  You are probably very confused. See, this is no normal school. All of us here were hand picked from around the world. We have been training all our lives for one thing. To protect the world from Shockways. These are our mortal enemies. They are gray creatures with black veins running through out.
  
  The first rule you learn when you join the school is the NEVER get touched by one. They will turn you into a black, stone-like statue of yourself. Here at the school, half of us are given powers to save people from this curse. If we focus on them we can draw the darkness out of them. But it is a very painful process and most of the time you lose memories. The other half of our school, well, they have the power to turn Shockways in to literal dust.
  
  So every year, at graduation, one person from each group are matched with each other. One to heal, one to destroy. Then we are sent to cities around the world who don't already have protectors. Our job is to blend in with the regular people in our city and secretly protect them from Shockways. We are never allowed to be seen and must never let a person see a Shockway if we can help it.
  
  “Students of Secenta Academy! You have all done very well this year. I am proud to have you as my students."
- Azario posted to guest book of Writer's Group
  Public • May 27, 2026, 4:22 pm
  
  Greetings, I have joined the Writer's Group, I feel that my poetry will fit right in with this community. A brief summary that my poetics illuminate my struggles of my childhood growing up, the stresses of life weighing me down, my struggle with faith, and more.
  
  I hope these words can resonate with someone.
- Donna12091 posted to guest book of Writer's Group
  Public • February 5, 2026, 8:09 am
  
  May I join? I'd like to exchange with experience.
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  jellyfishh • 2026-02-13 16:07:51
  
  i literally cannot add your username to the group. i have no clue why
- Disneyqueen posted to guest book of Writer's Group
  Public • February 3, 2026, 5:57 pm
  
  Hey I want to join. This is the beginning of my fantasy novel series that I am working on.
  Run! I repeat over and over again as if my feet could move any faster. I can’t even tell if it is me speaking. All I hear is jagged breaths, which at least distracts me. The softness of the grass dulls the pokes of the sticks and stones. At this point, the shreds left of my clothes are slowing me down. Should I just rip them off? It would buy me time right? Lord knows all I need is time. That was too easy. Oh wait. That was not a good idea El. I really do not think fairies and talking deer care about my powder pink lacy set, but at least I look good except the bruises… and the cuts. Oh no not the cuts. I ignored the pain for a full 60 seconds.
  
  I can’t even remember anything. I just remember running, and throwing the remainder of my clothes in the wind. I whip my head back and forth to see if I can even see what I am running from because I certainly do not know. The sweat that has accumulated in my eyes has created the worst blur. I have seen better driving in hurricane weather. I wonder if this is how people without their glasses see without their glasses. Focus Eloise. Why are you still looking back? Haven’t you seen enough movies to know that looking back slows you down?
  
  I then heard the faintest voice that it was almost an echo from my subconscious.
  
  “It is time to go, so GO.” I got preoccupied by thinking, is this the end? Am I dying? The little sparkles of light definitely didn’t help the “am I dying theory.” My mind put my body’s mobility to an abrupt halt. I could only inhale before a green light stung like electricity through my veins.
  
  “It is time to Go!” My dad’s voice pierces through my eardrums.
  - 3 Comments
  Disneyqueen • 2026-02-03 20:29:00
  
  jellyfishh
  
  Angelonasher • 2026-02-03 20:25:43
  
  i left this group; jellyfishh is the admin now
  
  Disneyqueen • 2026-02-03 18:51:30
  
  Angelonasher
- jellyfishh posted to guest book of Writer's Group
  Public • January 6, 2026, 7:53 pm
  
  yo Angelonasher i wanna join and also a lot of people under me want to as well
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  jellyfishh becasue i want to join the gtroup please please please and also please invite the other folks
  Angelonasher • 2026-01-06 20:05:08
  
  okay
  
  Angelonasher why tho
  jellyfishh • 2026-01-06 20:00:16
  
  becasue i want to join the gtroup please please please and also please invite the other folks
  
  Angelonasher • 2026-01-06 19:58:45
  
  why tho
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𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘:

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳(𝘴). 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘗𝘔𝘊 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘮 / 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴, 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘮.

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘣𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦-𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺.
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- Writer's Group post by Azario
  Public • June 1, 2026, 8:21 am
  Adrift
  
  I should be proud, to have set sail from this shroud.
  
  A year building this ship, casting off for this trip.
  
  Barnacles of nagging doubt, persuasion of gagging clout.
  
  But I did it, on my ship I've set sea.
  
  Future frontier of a successful spree.
  
  That's what I told my mind, in pursuit of a rewarding grind.
  
  But now I'm adrift.
  
  Dark waters twist like a rift.
  
  Black void.
  
  Wind in my sails - devoid.
  
  No momentum in this conundrum.
  
  No direction.
  
  Only me staring at the stars, why can't I become them?
  
  I pray to god, my ship is stuck in abyssal sod.
  
  My objective? Objection.
  
  I've lost connection.
  
  Didn't think I'd get this far.
  
  But now I'm adrift - afar.
  
  No path to take, what am I supposed to do for your sake?
  
  I want to believe in Proverbs 3:5-6
  
  Trust that there will be a fix.
  
  But doubt whispers in my ears betwixt:
  
  "Your ambitions mean nothing".
  
  "Aimless are the dreams you're clutching".
  
  "It will only lead to more crushing".
  
  Do I continue this traversal?
  
  Fighting waves with paddle and rehearsal.
  
  Dreams, Weighing down my ship it seems.
  
  Cracking at the seams.
  
  Do I believe Proverbs 4:25?
  
  Keep focus straight ahead.
  
  In hopes that there may be land ahead?
  
  Or drop these fabled anchors,
  
  Steer for realities daggers.
  
  Do you have dreams?
  
  A desire for more as it seems?
  
  Have you built your ship?
  
  Has it set sail without slip?
  
  Or are you also, adrift?
  - 4 Likes
  - 1 Comments
  Toosdaay • 2026-06-01 11:04:12
  
  🤯✨
- Writer's Group post by Azario
  Public • May 28, 2026, 8:03 pm
  I just wrote this one, I pass by it every day.
  
  Carcass
  
  On a long lonely road like so many others,
  
  There lies a dog carcass that no one bothers.
  
  It was fresh, the first time I passed.
  
  A quick glimpse revealed the body was smashed.
  
  Jaw agap, as the blood would escape.
  
  A horror visage, contorted and twisted.
  
  I wondered, why nobody would remove it.
  
  Just passing by, unaware as they fly by.
  
  But I'm a hypocrite, not removing it.
  
  Myself, I thought it could be dangerous.
  
  Trying to remove a corpse with racing cars? Dangerous.
  
  If I tried, this poem would be about how I died.
  
  As people brushed it or crushed it.
  
  Whether accidental or intentional.
  
  As each day passed, I drove past.
  
  The corpse more unrecognizable, the viscera unbelievable.
  
  Drivers that are able, including myself, continued their bubbled fable.
  
  I came to a realization, this poetry a revelation.
  
  There are people like this cadaver.
  
  Who probably feel like they don't matter.
  
  Being brushed and crushed.
  
  From the words and actions of anothers infractions.
  
  Whether by accident or intention.
  
  Yet we continue to drive by, so absorbed in our own delusion.
  
  Take heed to become more perceptive of your fellow brothers and sisters bleed.
  
  We should choose kindness over blindness.
  
  We need to help another, take care of eachother.
  
  Do you scoff at this poetry? Not my burden to carry.
  
  Not my problem, who cares about them?
  
  Then what do you do?
  
  When it's time for your due?
  
  And this carcass includes you...?
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  Azario Real incident unfortunately.
  TheSlateDragon • 2026-06-01 11:50:27
  
  aww that’s so sad
  
  TheSlateDragon That poor animal (whether this poem was a real incident or not)
  Azario • 2026-06-01 08:19:39
  
  Real incident unfortunately.
  
  TheSlateDragon • 2026-05-29 12:20:50
  
  That poor animal (whether this poem was a real incident or not)
- Writer's Group post by Azario
  Public • May 27, 2026, 4:26 pm
  Familiar Strangers
  
  They say blood is thicker than water,
  
  But I've nothing left to bleed, from this sibling creed.
  
  You three and me, we endured a difficult spree.
  
  All our life we dealt with strife.
  
  Like the poem Broken Home, that's just the tip of the iceberg to our broken dome.
  
  Titanic, lost in the panic.
  
  Shipwreck.
  
  Castaways, I thought our brotherhood would never part ways.
  
  But I was wronged, tough times didn't produce an unbreakable bond.
  
  Like it's supposed to, Proverbs 17:17.
  
  After my service, I came back to familiar strangers. What a disservice.
  
  Like bumping into a regular at the markets, you chat briefly about your targets.
  
  But once the discussion is stale, you both part ways to where you hail.
  
  You look back, wondering how life would be, if you and them were still on track.
  
  But this is reality, life doesn't promise you totality.
  
  Only a fatality.
  
  It hurts to put this into literacy, because my brothers are alive.
  
  But this personal bureaucracy demands that they may as well be dead.
  
  Dead to me, but I can't accept this dread.
  
  If they were at least dead, then I would have closure in my head.
  
  I wonder, if I put lead to my head, then would my siblings finally break tread?
  
  I've reached out, in hopes that one of you would call out.
  
  Only my echo cried out.
  
  Familiar Strangers, where did we go wrong? Do I not belong?
  
  I long, for the past I had with three, fruit grew aplenty on my tree.
  
  Galatians.
  
  Now toss me into the fire, for I have ire.
  
  Just like when Cane bashed his brother, never tire.
  
  I've given up, empty is my family cup.
  
  Lord knows I tried, Psalm 133:1
  
  I'm left with no one.
  
  Hear what I say, if you have siblings astray.
  
  Reconcile, don't exile.
  
  They're all you got...
  
  When life demands it's time to trot...
  
  You don't know what you have...
  
  Until it is gone...
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  Nemo_XLII Keep in mind, my friends: The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
  Azario • 2026-05-28 13:26:08
  
  🙏
  
  Nemo_XLII • 2026-05-27 16:35:41
  
  Keep in mind, my friends: The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
- Writer's Group post by yuunbae
  Public • May 27, 2026, 1:13 pm
  🧸💕.
  
  Once a baby girl, still unsteady on her feet,
  Now a big girl talking fast to everyone she’d meet.
  She laughed and ran and played out in the sun,
  Never thinking happy moments someday would be done.
  
  Her friends grew older, moved away one by one,
  But she kept smiling like her world was still bright and fun.
  With borrowed confidence and hope held in her chest,
  She didn’t know some goodbyes never let you rest.
  
  Once a big kid with a heart full of light,
  Now at the age where everything stopped feeling right.
  Unlimited internet and a lonely mind,
  She searched through glowing screens for people she could find.
  
  Chronically online though she was barely twelve,
  Falling deeper into worlds she couldn’t leave herself.
  Then came thirteen — the year her spark grew dim,
  And she let the darkness take what light lived within.
  
  Once a bitter tween, too loud and hard to tame,
  Now a teenage girl ashamed of her own name.
  She noticed tired circles forming underneath her eyes,
  And learned to measure beauty through strangers’ endless lies.
  
  She studied makeup, fixed her hair a hundred different ways,
  Spent hours picking outfits for just ordinary days.
  And every night she wondered if she’d ever be enough,
  While boys spoke sweetly only wanting something rough.
  
  But she was young and aching just to feel adored,
  So she handed out her heart to anyone who swore.
  Then every empty promise left another little scar,
  Until she barely recognized the person that she was.
  
  Once a used teen, exhausted, numb, and worn,
  Now forcing smiles she can hardly hold anymore.
  She skipped school too often years and years before,
  And now she fears she’ll never catch up anymore.
  
  Once a baby girl with a heart so full of hope,
  Now a broken soul still learning how to cope.
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  - 1 Comments
  Midnavi • 2026-05-27 13:21:43
  
  THANKS now I am OFFICIALLY deeeeeeeeee-per-ESSED yes sir-E *Nervously laughs*
- Writer's Group post by jellyfishh
  Public • May 15, 2026, 4:51 pm
  you can now join as a wallpost member without having to request it
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