It's small poem! I write it when I have a time..

अभिव्यंजना is a Sanskrit / Hindi word which means 'expression of ideas, thoughts and feelings'.
I am a blogger, author, musician and a poet. I write in Hindi, Urdu and English. This particular book is for my Hindi Poems. I also plan to publish another one especially for my English Poem Collection.
I created my first poem when I was in 6th grade / class. It was year 2000. It was a silly one of course. The first poem that won me a prize was " Plantation" (Hindi Poem) and "Adventures of India" ( an English Poem) in 2003 while I was in High School in a Rural Town.

Later I posted some poems in my blog, and at the request of a few Readers created a Separate Blog titled 'Abhivyanajanaa' www.abhivyanjanaa.blogspot.com 
I decided to share my poems here to see the response based on which I may write Novels and Short Stories in Hindi as well.

Hi 👋. I am the author of this poem you are about to read.I know it is only one poem but I wanted to publish something to show that I am here and to see what happens.If you guys like my poem, I will do more poem and books.


Because by the author 

People say life is like a play 
Well if life is like a play 
Then I would like to talk to the writer 
Because there's a lot of things I would like to change 
If life is like a play 
Then means you can rewrite it
So can I? 
Because I would like to erase some of the bad choices I made 
If life is like a play 
That means I could delete stuff
Can I?
Because I would like to delete the fake people out my life 
If life is like a play
That means you know the future 
Can I  know? 
Because I would like to know if my dreams come true 
If life is like a play 
That means you know how it ends 
How does it end? 
How does my play end

Hilda Muller studied the hand-written and scented admiration letter that she had written to Keila Eisenstein. Due to Keila's actions, Hilda was no longer a random military officer in the Muller army, in fear of her evil uncle and perverted cousin. Because Keila opened the portals and let the Xenos in, Hilda was the top dog of Earth, and words couldn't describe how grateful she was.
But who would be stupid enough to travel to the Divine Dimension to deliver the letter? Hilda was not as evil as Joachim or Bjorn, and she couldn't just sacrifice some poor soldier to deliver her vain messages. Hilda was interrupted when her personal assistant Emma Schindler walked into the room. Emma noticed that Hilda was crying and decided to comfort her boss.
Emma Schindler:
- What is the matter, Hilda? I have never seen you cry before! You even used chilly to fake tears on your uncle's funeral!
Hilda:
- I am just so moved by the beautiful poetry I have written. And heartbroken that the intended recipient will never be able to read it.
Emma:
- Oh, poor you. Did you author a poem to your deceased father who was senselessly murdered by a Martian rebel?
Hilda:
- No, but that could be a promising idea. Thanks for suggesting it.
Emma:
-  No worries, boss. So, who did you write the poem to?
Hilda:
- To my personal hero. The beautiful and talented Keila Eisenstein!
Emma:
- Keila Eisenstein? The madwoman who opened portals that enabled the invasion by man-eating aliens.
Hilda:
- Yes, if it weren't for her heroic efforts, Mars would have been wiped out by an asteroid strike. More importantly, Joachim would be the boss instead of me.
Emma:
- So, you admire her for selfish reasons?
Hilda:
- Yes. Are there any other reasons in the world?
Emma:
- Never mind. Can I please read the poem?
Hilda:
- Sure, go ahead.
Emma took the heavily scented letter from Hilda's desk and read it. It was filled with excellent prose, and it was almost as skilful writing as you would find in a Martin Lundqvist novel! Emma pondered her options for a while and spoke:
- This is exceptionally good Hilda; you should self-publish it on Scamazon and make a dozen friends give it glimmering reviews. You could earn 20 Terran Credits!
Hilda shook her head and replied:
- No, House White owns Scamazon. I don't want to make them wealthier!
- But, if I could only get it to Keila, a weight would be lifted off my chest!
Emma sighed. She was the definition of a 'Yes' woman, and she didn't want to disappoint her boss, even if it meant that she had to bring a letter past a bunch of predatory aliens and deliver a message to the prisoner of their evil queen.
Emma:
- How about if I deliver the letter to Keila?
Hilda:
- Would you do that for me? It sounds incredibly dangerous!
Emma:
- I will be alright. Keila is guarded by a host of man-eating aliens and their wicked demon queen, but Ramun has taught me their language, and you have given them free beer. They'll know that I am their friend.
Hilda:
- That's great, Emma. You are so smart. Deliver the message, and if you make it back alive, I will promote you.
Emma:
- Jawohl Fraulein Muller!
Thus, Emma was sent out on a dangerous and pointless quest to deliver Hilda's love letter to Keila. Learn to say 'No' Emma!


Author:
Martin Lundqvist was born in the southern parts of Sweden. He has lived in Australia since 2012 and has been writing for six years. He writes mainly Sci-Fi, Thriller, Action, Psychological Fantasy, as well as Dark Comedy genre.

When God dies, an idiot takes his place!

Far enough into the future for anything to be conceivable, the wealthy and dementia-ridden villain Abraham Goldstein funds an implausible project to travel to heaven and meet God! Against all logic, the project is successful, and Abraham finds out that the god is dead. Abraham also finds the mind-control technology, that Yahweh used to convince Bronze Age humans that he was a god. 

Having these schematics Abraham sets his mind to a new project: to create an artificial Bronze Age world where he can be "god" over its inhabitants. 
Along the way he faces many highly amusing scenarios such as problem with the henchmen union, unfortunate calendar mistakes, malfunctioning orbital super weapons etc. Abraham keeps fucking up things due to his dementia, villainy, incompetent henchmen, and general stupidity until a mentally ill woman shows up out of nowhere and puts an end to Abraham's follies!

Nighttime.

Past ten in the evening.

Many people had gotten off of work. Zhang Ye went to the recording studio alone to work overtime. As he did not manage to get a slot to record in the day and the broadcast was delayed by "Talk About the World" at night, he could only record if it was this late. The first few episodes that he had recorded had been depleted over the weekend. So he needed to record "Ghost Blows Out the Light" episode for tonight in one and a half hours. Time was tight.

"The grave robbing military officers were working hard. Every corner in any tomb that was dug up had to...Ah, it's not right!"

"A candle was lit up inside any tomb that was dug up and placed on the southeastern corner."

"If the southeastern candle goes out, then one had to put back the treasures they had gotten, Kowtow three times respectfully and return by the original route."

This recording session was different from the past. There were stumbles along the way. Zhang Ye was also finding it tough. He never expected that this day would come so soon. Actually, he had previously memorized this book during in his school days to train his off script skills, but he had only done so for the beginning. No matter how good his memory was, he was unable to recite the hundred thousand characters of "Ghost Blows Out the Light". He had only memorized the early portions, so now was the problem. With the material he had memorized back then depleted, he quickly reached spots where he did not remember very well. Although Zhang Ye knew the direction of the plot and knew the details clearly, it was, after all, not the original version. A lot of the time, he had to create his original material. The literature and textual aspects of it were greatly weakened. He still knew where he stood. Clearly, this would definitely seriously affect the listenership rates.

Pause. Deleting the paragraph. Re-recording.

Only after a long while did he manage to finish it before midnight.

He had managed to bamboozle past this for this episode, but he did not know what to do for the next episode. Sigh. If there were problems with quality and the listenership rates dropped, then what would happen!?

After finishing his work, Zhang Ye leaned on a window and smoked. The station prohibited smoking, but since there was no one late at night, it did not matter.

Ring, ring, ring. Suddenly, his cellphone rang.

Zhang Ye was wondering who had called late in the middle of the night. He picked it up, "Hello?"

The other party was male, "Hello, is this Mr Zhang? I'm Beijing's repor..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Ye thought it was a fraud and said, "I don't care if you are Beijing or Double. Don't you dare tell me I hit the lottery. I have already hit the lottery 47 times this year. Including the three BMWs and two Mercedes cars, the total prize money is 12,213,000. Don't you dare tell me my daughter has been kidnapped. Then you need to help me first find a wife. And don't you dare tell me you are promoting a ham sausage. Truthfully, I only have 1.50 in my pocket. If I were you, I would hang up immediately and not spend five minutes and manage to take the 1.50 in my pocket to buy your ham sausage after using all your effort. That tiny bit of commission isn't even enough to pay the telephone bill." Against frauds and promoters, Zhang Ye was very experienced. "Alright, time for you to speak."

If it was anyone else who had encountered a hooligan like Zhang Ye, they would have hung up.

However, the man on the other side did not. He said in a speechless manner, "I'm not selling Beijing ham. Man, I'm Beijing Time's reporter. Is this Mr Zhang Ye?"

Zhang Ye exclaimed, "Reporter? Hai, it was a mistake, it was a mistake. I thought it was a scam."

The man said, "It's alright. I got your number through a friend, who works at the radio station. The main reason is because of today's ‘Talk About the World’, which I listened in on. Our editing team is very interested about your two poems. We might publish this matter in the papers tomorrow, so we are informing you first. Also, I want to ask about the name of the second poem, as you did not mention it during the broadcast."

Zhang Ye was enlightened and, after thinking, said, "The second poem is called 'A Generation'."

The reporter was amazed, "'A Generation'? This title doesn't seem to fit?"

The title "A Generation" was actually more fitting for another topic. The original author, Gu Cheng, had intended it for the thoughts and determination of an era and society. When Zhang Ye read it to the female university student, had not adhered to the title's meaning. It had lacked the great meaning that was so significant. But as Zhang Ye respected the original author and had used the wisdom of the forefathers, how could he then change the poem's title, too? Cultured youths, oh, cultured youths, when you break down such kind of a person, what is  leftover would be stubbornness. Zhang Ye was not an exception; he abided by his principles.

So what if it did not fit? He knew the title was different from how he had expressed it tonight, but this was a work by a great poet from his world. A classic ought to be respected, Zhang Ye thought to himself. Even if the author cannot see it, regardless of any reasons, can going against this principle be excused? Going against morality can be excused? The answer was obvious……Hehe, of course, it's excusable!

Zhang Ye answered "Publish what you feel is suitable. As long as it can be published, you can do whatever you want. I'm fine with it even if you had to give it a dreamy title to increase the sales!" He was a man of principles, but sometimes he was also a man of no principles! This was Beijing Times! It was not the same as the small publication that published reports of "Ghost Blows Out the Light"!

The reporter nearly vomited blood upon hearing that. He was just freely expressing his thoughts; who would have thought that Zhang Ye had no lower limits? He was a modern poet, an artist who could compose such a classic poem.. yet he would allow his poem's title be changed so easily? Damn, do you even have the conduct of a scholar!? How could there a scholar like you! The reporter who was astounded, replied with a cough, "I didn't mean that; I was not implying that you should change the title. It's better we keep it as "A Generation"; it's your work, so I can't be deciding on it."

"Alright, then." Zhang Ye replied uncaringly.

After speaking for a brief while, they hung up.

Zhang Ye's strong point is that he did not have any fear. After the line was cut off, he could no longer suppress his excitement. He was going to be in the Beijing Times? A little more fame had come again! It was another step towards his goal! Oh, right. I should take a look at my Reputation. He opened up the virtual game screen!

Reputation points: 95,344.

What? Why are there so many points?

Zhang Ye was startled. He had just used up all his Reputation points on Saturday morning. According to the Reputation gained from "Ghost Blows Out the Light", there should be around 20,000 gained Reputation points daily. Over the weekend, he had about 40,000 Reputation points. Including the holiday, which might have given him a little more, he should have slightly below 50,000 Reputation points. In short, today's "Talk About the World"’s live broadcast had brought him over 50,000 Reputation points? This was really worthy of the Literature Channel's top program! Just the number of listeners were a big difference! Of course, Zhang Ye's outstanding performance could have helped contribute; the two poems were just right for the circumstances. It must have conquered a lot of listeners!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

"Student Li Xiao Bai greets both teachers." Li Xiao Bai walked up the stage and said politely.
Great Scholar Shen smiled at him, nodding.
Meanwhile, Teacher Jiang of this school asked: "Xiao Bai, do you have any poems?"
Teacher Jiang had a bit of worry shown between his brows. This Xiao Bai was very ordinary in talent, hopefully he had some sort of preparation before this, otherwise with his current standards, this would be a disappointing show.
It was okay if he was the only person disappointed, but right now with Great Scholar Shen here… Especially when the first half of this competition was very interesting and would become renowned in the world, if the later half was disappointing, everyone in the world would know that Teacher Jiang was a talented person but could not teach young talents himself.
"Teacher, I have a poem prepared." Li Xiao Bai immediately answered, he was quite confident.
"Then let us hear it." Teacher Jiang was slightly more assured now.
This Profound Literature grotto-heaven was not like any other place, it had a flourishing literary culture.
If anyone could make a good poem, even if nobody rewards them, heaven and earth would provide them benefits!
Thus, the art of creating poems was an important task, it directly affected the person's livelihood, status, reputation, and future.
Normally speaking, most scholars would accumulate their foundation and save some good poem lines as secrets, even if they could not compose a poem with those lines, they would save it for the future.
Thus, even though many scholars could create great poems, they would not publish them. They would conceal their strength and use them to deal with difficult poem competitions.
Because of this, it was not strange or surprising that Li Xiao Bai had a poem prepared.
Li Xiao Bai had his considerations.
"I have read countless poems in my life, most are world shocking creations, they are famous on Earth even after thousands of years, and after such a long time, the literature on Earth flourished greatly."
"But if I try to use these poems, it will be a problem!"
"This grotto-heaven world has an information path environment, it most excels at collecting information. Especially the method to observe literary qi and talent qi, almost everybody has such methods, they only vary in the depth of abilities."
"I lack literary qi and talent qi, before I used soul replacement, this was just an ordinary student. By creating a world shocking poem now, not only would people not believe me, they would also be suspicious and start investigating me."
"Even if I try to explain that it is not my work afterwards, it would be too late. I'd be seen as dishonest, in this world, everyone will despise and loathe me."
Fang Yuan had planned many things before infiltrating Profound Literature grotto-heaven to deal with all sorts of situations.
The clone Li Xiao Bai lacked literary qi and talent qi to begin with, it was not that Fang Yuan's own talents were lacking.
However, Li Xiao Bai had a large number of famous poems in his memories, other than those from Earth, there were also Fang Yuan's own creations.
Thus, Li Xiao Bai chose one of them and started to recite.
Teacher Jiang let out a breath of air, this poem was quite well constructed, it was barely living up to the standards of today's competition.
"What, it is nothing impressive."
"I sat beside Li Xiao Bai for three years in class, this is way beyond his usual standards, hahaha."
"Isn't that great? With his poem as the anchor, the next two winners will be very lucky."
The students below the stage became increasingly lively.
Even though Li Xiao Bai's poem was quite compatible with his known abilities, he still had many more talented classmates around.
Especially when some students had many precious poems that they prepared already in advance.
These poems were composed meticulously by them, using a lot of time and effort to create, they were too good for other situations, but this was an appropriate setting to use them.
When the drums started rolling and the red flower got passed around, these elite students became very excited, their eyes were shining.
The drums stopped.
Most of the students were disappointed, why were they not chosen?
Next, their eyes turned red, it was him again!
The red flower stopped at Li Xiao Bai's table.
"Oh?" Li Xiao Bai was also quite surprised.
"The rules are the rules, you can come up again." Great Scholar Shen laughed as he shook his head.
Teacher Jiang got worried again, according to Li Xiao Bai's nature and foundation, he had already performed above standard last time, this time…
But Li Xiao Bai started to recite his poem again.
This poem was on the same level as the previous one.
Teacher Jiang finally relaxed as he looked at Li Xiao Bai with a gentler expression: "It seems that even though this student is not as talented, he is very hardworking, he stored up two poems as backup. These two should be his own creation, it was not easy that he managed to compose them."
Li Xiao Bai did not put up a shameful performance, Teacher Jiang was very glad about it.
"The final person."
"Both chances went to Li Xiao Bai, sigh, that was truly bad luck!"
"If I had gone on stage, the two great scholars would definitely be pleasantly surprised. But I was not given a chance."
"I wonder who will get the third chance? If it is not me, I hope it is not them either."
The students were unable to sit still, they had their own thoughts as they lost their cool.
The drums rolled as the students looked at the red flower with bloodshot eyes.
"Pass it to me! Pass it to me!"
"Sigh, it has passed me… I hope the drumming continues and it makes its way to me again."
"Bang!"
The drums stopped abruptly with a loud sound.
Great Scholar Shen opened his eyes as he smiled: "Who is it this time, ugh."
He was dazed, a strange expression was shown on his face as he pointed at the final lucky star, he did not know whether to cry or laugh: "Why is it you again?"
Li Xiao Bai held the flower as he walked up the stage with a grim expression.
He first cupped his fists at the two scholars before turning to the students below the stage: "Fellow classmates, I really did not do this intentionally, getting up the stage thrice is less of a surprise and more of a shock to me. I know that most of you are more talented than me, but I have to recite three times, I sincerely apologize."
Originally, his classmates were shocked and furious, but after hearing Li Xiao Bai's words and expression, the anger in their hearts dissipated.
In fact, a portion of the people started to feel pity for Li Xiao Bai.
After all, Li Xiao Bai's talent and literary skills were inferior to them, wasn't he suffering by going up the stage?
"Your luck is too incredible. Forget it, start reciting." Teacher Jiang laughed as he spoke.
Li Xiao Bai started his recital again, the standard was ordinary but the final line was quite impressive.
Even though it was just a minor point, it elevated the entire poem to a new level.
Not only did Great Scholar Shen laugh and praise it, even Teacher Jiang was a little surprised: "The final line of your poem is quite interesting. How did you conceptualize it?"
Li Xiao Bai smiled bitterly: "Teacher, I don't dare to lie, this poem had only three lines originally, I thought of and added the final line earlier when I was anxious, to think that both sirs would enjoy it, I was also quite surprised!"
Teacher Jiang was stunned before laughing loudly.
Great Scholar Shen shook his head: "Li Xiao Bai, you are very honest."
It turned out that he had used a method secretly to inspect Li Xiao Bai's literary qi and talent qi, he obtained information that this person had quite an ordinary talent.
"But it is not something rare that he can have a flash of inspiration and perform better than normal." Great Scholar Shen had no suspicions.
Teacher Jiang reassessed Li Xiao Bai in a new light.
He looked at Li Xiao Bai inconspicuously as he thought: "Even though Li Xiao Bai is very ordinary in talent, he is very hardworking normally, that is how he had three poems prepared. Being able to gain inspiration and make up the verse on the spot shows that he has potential. But the best thing about him is that he said those words earlier before the third round, he apologized to his classmates, that was his good interpersonal skills. Being able to articulate as well as his writing, and sophisticated in human interaction, he is not bad."
"Wait." Teacher Jiang suddenly thought: "This competition is going to be famous in the world, my reputation has already spread throughout the world before this, that is not key. But Li Xiao Bai is going to become famous from this, if there were three students who performed, it would be less impactful, but he actually took all three chances, this way, he will be the center of attention."
"After ending in a draw against Brother Shen, nobody will find me for a duel in the short period. But there might be some devious people who would target my student in order to affect me!"
And the problem was, Li Xiao Bai was a common and ordinary student.
Teacher Jiang frowned as he made up his mind: "After this, I need to nurture Li Xiao Bai and secretly give him tuition! After this competition, everyone will know that Li Xiao Bai is my student. Even though I have many students, he is the only famous one."
"In the future, if anyone mentions Li Xiao Bai, my name will also come up. Our reputation is already tied together, I need to nurture him well, otherwise…"
Teacher Jiang felt very pressured, he decided to make sure Li Xiao Bai was a proper scholar even if he had to spend a huge amount of effort and resources. Even if he was a cheap piece of wood, he needed to be carved into jade in appearance!
Central Continent, Fei He mountain.
Gu Liu Ru stopped his killer move as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, he let out a breath of air: "It is done, his immortal aperture time has been shifted to its limit, he will face calamities and tribulations very often."
"Thank you for the hard work." Qin Ding Ling smiled as she looked at the sleeping Gu Yue Fang Zheng, suddenly, she gasped.
"What is it?" Gu Liu Ru asked in confusion.
Qin Ding Ling said: "I was using a killer move to inspect luck, I found that after your killer move was activated, Fang Zheng's luck changed again. His original luck was like a hill, lush and squarish, but now it has turned into… hmm… it looks like a pot lid."
Gu Liu Ru was very perplexed: "What premonition is this?"
Qin Ding Ling shook her head, she was troubled too: "In the short term, I cannot understand it."
Two months later.
A certain news made Fang Yuan's main body stop his cultivation.
"I finally found out the location of Dragon Palace."
"Good, I have basically learned all the qi path methods there are, I should act in advance and steal this Immortal Gu House in secret before Heavenly Court does!"


With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn.
An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name.
An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn.
An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. 
The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . .
And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content.
Translator's Synopsis: 
A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power.
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Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc.
* = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life 


Hi to all, the reader's of this novel! GaeLourd here!
(Lol, do I even have readers? But if I have, I love you all! *hugs*)
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So, I am so sorry for this but I decided to unpublish the few chapters temporarily. Since this is an entry for WSA 2021, I wish to join the pilot read event (It's an event were the editors will select 20 stories to read and give the authors advice if the idea is okay or not). I will publish it back sooner or later after the event is done.
I am hoping for your kind consideration everyone.
Please support my son, Eunuch Xu, and his friends by voting with power stones. Also, his majesty would like to know your thoughts about the story. Please don't hesitate to comment below. Your thoughts will be greatly appreciated by the emperor!
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Some messages for you from the characters:
Eunuch Xu: Hello to all! How do I look in your imagination? Am I good-looking? I must look good, okay? Cause I am one of the most good-looking man in town! I will date you for a day or two if you let my mom, GaeLourd know your thoughts! *winks* Oh! I forgot, I'm boiling a water! Gotta go! *run towards the backstage*
Yin Xiulan: *whisphers* It's your turn!
Yin Renhu: Uh... yeah. What should I say?
Yin Xiulan: Greet them? Introduce yourself? Anything!
Yin Renhu: Okok. *clears throat* Hello to you who's curious of my life story. Uh.. let's see, I am Yin Renhu. Anything!
Yin Xiulan: ...
Yin Wenyan: ... *forces a smile* Please don't mind my brother. So, I am Yin Wenyan, the oldest of the three of us. By the way, since I admire Eunuch Xu's skill in literature, I am inspired to make you all a poem.
Roses are red, violets are blue
I am destined with Eunuch Xu,
You think so too, don't you?
Yin Renhu: ...
Yin Xiulan: ... *blushing*
Eunuch Xu: *peeping from the back stage* Did someone just called me?
Yin Wenyan: *startled* Nope.
Yin Xiulan: Alright! It's my turn! I'm Yin Xiulan, the first princess of the eighth generation as well as the female general of the Imperial Army. I am also a part-time writer. I write novels under the pseudonym Lan Xiu. What else? Uh... I'm 25 years old, a Gemini. If you comment your thoughts about our story, I'll give you a token. The token will only be used once but I'll surely answer your call.

This poem collection has two volumes, and I have finally decided to publish volume II. I hope you will read it, give me feedback and enjoy it! Have a nice day,

A feelings is mutual an smart intellectual once said, one may expect these feelings this hurt,desire,passion,lust,anger,sadness,obsession, romance(and more..) to stop eventually. But they never did that to me. 

I wrote a book in real life and after fair consideration I've agreed on publishing it. Please don't hate or anything on it I'm not the best poet, I just write what's on my heart:) Some are rhymes, song lyrics and even poetry with only sounds.

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Sorry Guys

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[BL] To All Who Fancies Me: Please Fall In Line

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