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Hey I'm ready to publish poetry book for my passed grandma.

But I'm a little bit short of cash.

If you wanna help me and my dream to come true. You can donate here :

Account name : Sander Seire

account number : LT293250051615260568

I'm thankful for any help ❤️😊

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My poems

Hey follow my poems up now in etsy store - https://www.etsy.com/shop/neuroticdreampoetry

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you’re stuck in my head like a favourite song

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Donation

Hey im looking for some money help to publish my new book.

It will cost around 2000 dollars.

Any donation would be amazing and love you all.

LT29 3250 0516 1526 0568 

and name is Sander Seire

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Promote

Hi im looking for businesses or clothes shops to work with. I have over 85000 followers.

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fuck im lonely

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hey guys im back!

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How are you?

Me: Do you really care?

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The moment when someone jokes about one of your insecurities and you have to pretend like it didn’t bother you.

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Don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget, but you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They’d know how insecure you really are. So instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.

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Society taught me that no matter what size I am, I will never be good enough. I’ll always be too skinny, too fat, too short, too tall…Too this, too that.

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Leaving you was probably the hardest thing I had to do. I made this decision, with listening to my brain, not my heart. Because my heart could never take that. I left you, without thinking about what is going to happen. I left you without thinking about giving you another chance, because I knew it would be in vain. Falling in love with you, was the best thing that ever happened to me, but somehow, it became the worst. I don’t know what I feel right now, is it regret? Pain? I don’t know. All I know, is that, no matter what you did to me. Leaving you created a great emptiness. That none could ever fill. I miss you.