There's just too much to expect. The derailment that tears and rips me apart cannot be accounted for I try to give my best without rest. But it's like a snake passing on a rock without its path being seen. Like a man toiling as he passes through the snowstorm. His steps and all of his efforts were covered hurriedly by the snow. In the daylight, none of his work is to be shown. Though he has toiled and suffered all night. No one knows Yet he gives a smile and keeps up the good work.Neverlacking

"No matter what never give up on life" - The Chronicles -

So, guys, anyone got writing prompts Or ideas about a book called Graveyard In your own opinion please Thanks

He... He doesn't even know that he's the one He He doesn't even know that he's the one And she, She doesn't know that she's his supposed doom But they both knew what they were feeling They just didn't know what their roles were in the path if their destinies

Guys, I'm a little stuck on writing a book titled Graveyard Could you pls drop ideas or prompts and maybe if you could how the tittle would fit for different genres I'm having a block and I really hope you guys can help. Thanks guys 💙

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In the deep flesh The heart controls the multitude The storm not to be seen nor traced

and barricade Or maybe there's just no hope for me yet

In the beautiful world of magic Will I then find my trend Or shall I then wilt away in defiance, ignorance and sorrow The beauty seems to have been absorbed I need salvation Who then shall save Passerbys and citizens, Colleagues and friends But everyone's too busy to notice the promising beautiful flower 🌸 🌹 🌺 Not really anyone's fault I'll just smile and tell you it's okay all along Oh in these world of magic Will anyone here spare a minute for my lonely soul And see beyond the facade and

Ah! But if it catches me unaware and unprepared Not like anyone actually prepares or knows their misfortunes most of the time But at least I could work my way back. After all, I've only risen a little. Experience they say is the best teacher. It's better to suffer it all now than to delay fate and make it GRAVER Those where exactly my thoughts when I walked through the streets of The Unknown

If I'd ever thought I'd end up this way Maybe things could have been better avoided But then that wouldn't be Fate Would it? Even if I had escaped from the supposed doom at that time It had only had to push my misfortune further way up The pain and suffering of being farther away sound good, right? Ah! Dear readers pls look for the second part of this poem There's no space to finish off Thanks guys My sincere gratitude to you all