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Ephemeral thoughts.

Summary:

A collection of short stories and poems ranging from topics about hapiness and love to self-harm and sadness all the way to random essays.

Basically every mental breakdown I’ve had, ever.

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Notes:

I intended for my first story on here to be a one shot but my tiny brain is too sad to write about love. I’m sure nobody is going to read these stories but I still want them to be out there in case somebody needs them.

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Chapter 1: When does the day end?

Summary:

These are all from personal feelings that I have so they normally are in the heat of the moment and are kinda rushed, any feedback would help though! Also the “you” was supposed to be replaced with “they” but I decided last minute to keep them, this poem is more of a vent though since I had an awful day yesterday and was thinking of self-harming again.

Chapter Text

When does the day end?
A simple question,
When does the day end?
With tears streaming down your face
Soon? I’m not sure!
The fat,hot tears roll down your cheeks.
Almost a comfort, you can even taste their salts.
When does the day end?
With hand curled around pencil, and a red, runny nose.
When will it end?
Thinking of blades breaking against skin,
When will the day end?
Because you’re still young,
And that body is not yours.
You daydream,
About when the day will end.
But the truth is
The day never ends,
In the wake of a days death,
Another arrives, until all you can do,
Is sit there and cry.
Since with all those days deaths,
Yours still won’t be coming anytime soon.
And you can never rest easy, not even in death.