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Ye Jo Rishte Me Aai Hai Wahi Khaar Hun Me,

Tumne Pehchana? Tumhari Jaan Hun Me..

Khwahish Thi Ki Wo Mera Matha Choome,

Maine Jhooth Keh Diya Ki Beemar Hun Me..

An Elephant In A Room || Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires

Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires

Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires

© Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires

© Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires

Accountability

Fuck you to death Mark Timmins You pleasureless bastard Go find a fucking king To die for Go find out What it means to truly love Stop hiding In the waiting The shadow That your well-crafted Cynicism casts Cannot shield your fragile heart From the burning bright light That pulsates From the unchallenged Pointlessness of existence Forever Get out there And fuck some shit up

To The Moon

What have you looked at, Moon,

In your time,

Now long past your prime?’

‘O, I have looked at, often looked at

Sweet, sublime,

Sore things, shudderful, night and noon

In my time.’

‘What have you mused on, Moon,

In your day,

So aloof, so far away?’

‘O, I have mused on, often mused on

Growth, decay,

Nations alive, dead, mad, aswoon,

In my day!’

‘Have you much wondered, Moon,

On your rounds,

Self-wrapt, beyond Earth’s bounds?’

‘Yea, I have wondered, often wondered

At the sounds

Reaching me of the human tune

On my rounds.’

‘What do you think of it, Moon,

As you go?

Is Life much, or no?’

‘O, I think of it, often think of it

As a show

God ought surely to shut up soon,

As I go.’

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝘂𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 (𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 ) :: 𝗘𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰 . . .

𝗛𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

𝗢𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

𝗡𝗼𝗻-𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲,𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘀𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘀

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲

!!:: this is an original text written by me Etheny :: !!

I asked to show you

my pain, old & beautiful.

Your disinterest shows.

My soul sparkles like

a desert of diamonds, or,

a sea of glitter.

"That's nice my darling."

You didn't look up to see

my shine, fades again.

My heart's silent scream.

You've never heard it have you?

Do you understand?

Witness me my friend.

Years I've been crying for help.

Very few have heard.

You scroll far away

while I fester next to you.

"hey, look at this meme..."

I worry about you.

You said I was loved,

worthy of others & you.

I'm apprehensive.

Will you behold it?

Runoff from my punished heart?

Why won't you see me?

You turn to blue light

and I wonder for your sake.

Will it fulfill you?

a new day

my eyes peel open.

they lift the weight of my sleep

with no small effort.

bleary vision clears.

6 P.M. , violet sun-set.

i'm awe-struck, briefly.

Apathy bleeds through.

oblivion waits for me.

i go back to bed.

Kill Your Darlings

--William S. Burroughs: Show me the man who is both sober and happy, and I will show you the crinkled anus of a lying asshole.

"You lead me on. Through every word, every single text, you romanticized the idea of our friendship. You slowly gained my trust even after years of me not trusting people. I even said I'd take a bullet for you. You told me you'd stay, unlike the others. You told me you'd stay. You told me you'd stay. And I believed you.

And then you left.

Breaking every word that you ever said to me."

- Dreaming of Wolves // Spilled

"I told you I loved you 500 times. I proved it too. Over and over, every little action, I made sure it counted. It took everything out of my heart. I poured it out for you, and then I waited for you to pour yours out for me.

Then you said it.

Those three words.

Right back to me.

I swear I blacked out, but I remember it crystal clear.

As time went by, I saw you with the others. How your smile was brighter, your laugh louder, you genuinely loved everyone and everything. But with me? It all toned down. I shifted you. It felt like you shut me out. But then I realized it. Whether it was you ignoring me or avoiding me, I got the message. And then I felt it. The storm. I cried for weeks. You never noticed.

I loved you.

You said you loved me.

You

Liar. "

- Dreaming of Wolves // Liar

An open letter to future me:

Alright. Here we go. I'm a bit nervous to write this, because if I know myself right now, you are just waiting to read this and cringe at it. I'm sorry. I hope you aren't mad at me.

First of all, self, I know right now I have absolutely no hope and no self esteem for any bright future, but I have a feeling, a singular feeling, that you're going to go far. Maybe not me, but you. I hope you remember me, though. It's okay if you leave me behind. Change is necessary, but don't forget what was once here. Never let me fade away from your mind. Let me strengthen you. And let me remind you to heal and comfort the shattered child inside of you. She needs you. Her fight with her demons is slowly failing. She needs you to protect you. I need you to protect me. I need you to protect yourself. Draw your sword, your bow, and call upon your heart and please - come save us.

Save yourself. But save everyone else too. Save everyone you can. You might not be able to save everyone, and that's okay, but you tried. You tried. You tried so hard. I know. And it's okay. Breathe. It's okay. You tried.

Saving other people has been such a big fear and big strength of yours. I think you knew that you'd never be able to save yourself, so you tried to save everyone else, and when you couldn't, you blamed yourself. You must try to save yourself before you can try to save anyone. Trust me. You are still worth saving. You still can be saved. I promise.

This war within yourself, it has yet to be completed. There has to be a white flag somewhere, right? There has to be peace somewhere. Every war has an ending. Don't give up. The war will be over soon. I give my heart and hope to you. I give you my swords, but I hope you find a way to put your demons to rest without violence. Your demons will transform into something more beautiful. You only have to learn how to heal them too, as you are healing yourself. Your scars may stay the way they came, but they are not a reminder of your present or future. They will heal emotionally, not physically. They are your reminder that you are a warrior; a fighter. You can get through this. You got through that, this is no different. You are not your scars. You are not your past. You can do anything you dream of. Pull yourself together, kiddo. Paint a smile, a true one. You got this.

Your friends? They are your everything. But - you are my everything too. The love you show everyone else? I equally feel that for you and more. I love you. So, so much. I am so proud of you. You deserve every great thing in this world. You may be a mess, but your my mess, and I promise you, this mess is a painting. Some just need to look closer. Don't you dare care what anyone else thinks about you. You are a pretty awesome person. A pretty darn great one. You are trying to be a better person everyday, and that is what counts. You try to be better - you try to change for the better everyday. I love you for that. You may not be perfect, and that is okay. I'm not going to tell you to stop reaching for perfection, but don't be hard on yourself. You are getting better everyday. I am so proud of you. I'm proud. I'm proud. I'm proud. Screw the others who never told you that. Screw the others who never loved you. Screw them. I love you. And I frickin care about you. So much. I miss you, too. In every way.

You are worth it. You are loved. You are so much more than you think you are. You are so strong. And to those who said you could never, prove them wrong. Prove them all wrong. I promise you, you will do everything you want. You have time to become the person you want to be. You have time. Change is scary, believe me, we used to fear it, but change is so good and so necessary. Embrace it. Embrace this world everytime you get. Embrace my words. When no one else loves you, I'll be here. I'll always love you, because I know deep down, even if you hate me, I know you still love me. That's why we're alive. We're giving each other chances. That's what is important. This life is worth living. This game is worth playing. Remember me. Remember this letter. Remember my words. They will stick.

Your friends are so important to you, but I want you to know that everything you have said to them, I say back to you. Look in the mirror and smile, my friend. Please. Do it for me. Because whoever looks back at you is enough. Look down at your hands. You are enough. Through every broken crack, you are enough. Let the light overtake you. Let the happiness seep in a illuminate your whole. I give you what is mine, take my heart, my soul, carefully heal yourself with your needle. Stitch yourself back together. Unfold your wings. It's time to soar. And it's time to let go.

Take care of our friends for me, okay? Tell them I love them. And I miss them. Tell them those words everyday. Spend time with them. Forgive people who wrong you and defend what you believe is right. Regret nothing. Absolutely nothing. Live your life the way you want to, not the way they pressure you to.

I hope you've gotten out of your bad situation. I hope you don't turn back. I hope you've gotten into that one relationship you were dying for. I hope you love that person with your whole heart. I hope they are your soulmate. I hope that they give you the love that you deserve. I hope you heal everyone you come in contact with. I hope you give them everything you hav, but leave love for yourself. I hope you talk about your problems and start a much needed conversation. I hope you meet those artist and poet people that you've been dying to have conversations with. I hope you have deep conversations at midnight. I hope your friends come and visit you. I hope you can have those really cool sleepovers at your own house. I hope you get your dream house. I hope you become everything you want to be.

I hope you make so many memories that you are overfilled with joy.

I hope you give yourself everything you deserve.

To all of the heartbreaks and to all of the scars we still have. To past me, present me, and future me, and to the friends who have shaped us,

Future self, you are doing great. I love you.

- Past me