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Some Fairytale

In this lonely castle made of stone and bricks Through thick walls and closed doors Fenced in a garden of roses and hawthorns My purple heart resides. In a solemn mist of reverie, my light is blurred Doomed to walk this world alone Fettered and cursed by my own wickedness. I dream of not a… Continue reading Some Fairytale

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The Sinner

Then you saved meAnd you gave me, freedomMore than what I asked for. More than what I deserved. You redeemed me, my LordYou took all my sins awayMy rotten self, you healed. A chance to change my lifeMore than a million timesMore than what I prayed for. Lost in the darkness, You found meUnworthy, yet… Continue reading The Sinner

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My World In Chaos

Hacos is a town that sits in the middle of a deserted emplacement, surrounded by thick layers of unattended turfs, built inside a dilapidated stone wall. The cracks on the wall told stories from a thousand years ago, the burned down structures symbolised defeat. The place was empty when I arrived, the mad silence permeated… Continue reading My World In Chaos

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Memori Morti

When the branches of my existence perish, when the roots of my lifetime withered away, when I leave this world for the other side, who would keep me in their hearts? Who would reminisce the memories I lived? Did I do enough to be remembered? When I travel the lonely road of great divide, turning… Continue reading Memori Morti

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The Book Of Sorrow

Pen and paper. Heartbreaks and promises. Hatred and rainbows. Revenge and chaos. Love and madness. I am Ragazza Triste, a writer, a lover, a sad girl cloistered in my own private bubble. My fragile heart is a caddy of different stories and secrets. My mind is a mercurial chamber of mystic and wonder. My writings… Continue reading The Book Of Sorrow

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The Last Kiss

Take me back to the day we first met I’d turn around, I’ll look the other way Because I know how this would end. Your smile would bring colour to my grey rainy days Your touch would blow me out of my mind a thousand times Your kiss would drown my senses, begging for more.… Continue reading The Last Kiss