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afreenpoetry · 10 months
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i want to live in a dollhouse, with lacy curtains and soft beds, sofas, and pillows and cute rugs and light streaming in through the windows looking out over the garden and a huge closet filled with beautiful doll clothes
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afreenpoetry · 11 months
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Is it just me or does anyone else feel dizzy and nauseated when bending your head down?
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afreenpoetry · 11 months
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Tears on the page, my heart's agony in ink, words that flow from a soul that cannot think.
I never aspired to be a poet, to be a writer of heart-wrenching prose, but the pain that I carried within was too great to keep enclosed.
Shattered Dreams and Scarred Pages
by Afreen Rahat (Author) 
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afreenpoetry · 1 year
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In this vast infinity,
We were two lost souls, you and me.
Our essence entwined, like a lucid fantasy,
And we shared a bond, so surreal, so heavenly.
We both lost ourselves in eternity,
Our souls intertwined like a dream.
We both had wounds that could not be seen,
But deep down, we were both the same.
We felt the pain, but we didn't show,
We kept it all inside, didn't let it flow.
We found solace in each other's glow,
And our love grew stronger, with each passing blow.
In this endless universe, we found each other,
And we held on tight, like there was no other.
Our love was pure, it was our shelter,
And we stayed together, in this forever.
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afreenpoetry · 1 year
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Love And Pain: The Two Seasons (Heartstrings and Heartaches)
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afreenpoetry · 1 year
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You deserve someone who texts 'I miss you' at 12:30 pm in the middle of the day when they're surrounded by people. Not at 2:30am when they're alone.
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afreenpoetry · 1 year
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afreenpoetry · 1 year
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Walk away, walk the hell away and I won't even think about it!
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afreenpoetry · 1 year
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afreenpoetry · 1 year
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How do Marie and Betty take it when a war supposedly happening far away starts to impact their very own lives? Their story uncovers the bond of family and friendship. From meeting new people to drifting apart from the old. Read “Give Peace a Chance” as Marie and Betty soon distance from one another while meeting Lucy and Arlene, two childhood friends not unlike Marie and Betty. Will Marie and Betty get back together and in doing so what happens to Lucy and Arlene? Read this wholesome novel now to know the answer to these questions and much more!
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afreenpoetry · 1 year
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But I hate that it seems you were never enough
We were broken and bleeding but never gave up
And I hate that I made you the enemy
And I hate that your heart was the casualty
Now, I hate that I need you
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afreenpoetry · 1 year
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afreenpoetry · 1 year
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💖 A guide to skincare routine 💖
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afreenpoetry · 2 years
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Have there ever been times when you wished to scream so loudly that all of your traumas would vanish?
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afreenpoetry · 2 years
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Will this pain ever end?
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afreenpoetry · 2 years
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There are times for the tearless cry, There are times for the voiceless words we say.. There are times for the unjustified sorrow.. There are times for the empty diaries And the white similar days.. There are weeks for suspense, Nights for insomnia, And long hours for annoyance.. There are times for folly, others for repentance, Times for passion and others for pain.. There are times unrelated to seasons. There are times for the letters that will never be written, For that phone that will never ring, For the confessions that will never be made, For a lifetime that must be spent in a moment of wager.. There is a wager where we bet our hearts on a gambling table.. There are brilliant players practicing failure with distinction… There are beginnings of years similar to ends, There are weekends longer than all weeks.. There are gray mornings of days unrelated to autumn.. There are storms of passion leaving no place for a tent, And a furnished memory that can’t be used for rent.. There are trains that will travel without us, And airplanes that will take us no further than ourselves. Deep inside us; there is a corner where rain never stops.. There are rains that water only notebooks.. There are poems that will never be signed by poets, There are inspiring people who sign a life of a poet, There are writings more wonderful than their writers, There are love stories more beautiful than their lovers, There are lovers who mistook their path to love, There is a love which mischose its lovers.. There is a time that is not created for passion, There are lovers who are not created for this time, There is a love which is created to stay, There is a love that sweeps everything away.. There is a love as fierce as hate, There is a hate unmatched by any love.. There is a forgetfulness more visible than memory, There are lies more honest than truth.. There is me, There is you, There are imaginary dates more delightful than all dates, There are love plans more beautiful than any love story, There is a farewell more delicious than thousands of meetings, There are clashes prettier than any peace.. There are moments that pass as an age.. There is an age dying in a moment.. There is me and there is you, There is always an impossibility that begins with every love.“ — Written by Ahlam Mosteghanemi
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