Helen Abraham   (@metamorphosing_Writer🦋)
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A student 🖤
🌻Activated my writing 🖊📝 #Scribble0
Joined 9 January 2021


A student 🖤
🌻Activated my writing 🖊📝 #Scribble0
Joined 9 January 2021
28 OCT 2023 AT 10:09

I found the art within
the locked desire
that was burning
at every edge of my soul.

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28 OCT 2023 AT 9:43

Hello, dear writers and readers,
Long time no see !
I came up here to mention that I have discontinued from YQ a long time ago. I continue my writings on Twitter as well as Instagram.
I am mentioning my ID here . I desire to connect with you all too and support each other.

Twitter : @christieee_08
Instagram : @metamorphosing_writer

WISHING TO MEET UP THERE !
Stay happy and lively.

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13 AUG 2021 AT 19:05

Twist your fingers until your toes feel the pain.
The same goes for those who are facing emotional traumas.

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13 AUG 2021 AT 19:01

A soft look renders love while a sharp look disciplines.

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13 AUG 2021 AT 0:10

I screw my mind since now your not mine,
I find myself lost; pictured in the fantasy of coal mines.
Fading away burning in this plight,
Dithering! With the nostalgic memories
Whether to delude them in the dimlight; 
Or leave them behind  in the limelight.

                                

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5 JUN 2021 AT 14:16

"mercilessly it bears the pain,
none of us stands for it as if, its a bane,
wonder why it still gives freely!
to me and you surrendering fully".

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5 JUN 2021 AT 14:08

...if I want to be synonymous with,
let it be with the flower,
just a season and a time to change;
the faded part to regain.

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5 JUN 2021 AT 9:13

Rising above the sky won't let you see the stairs you've climbed;
But does it mean you won't sense the success?
Who said that?
Heavens will declare you have won the race.

Get a vision of your goal; not just the steps.

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5 JUN 2021 AT 8:59

A quote from single-line inspired single mindedly to quotes from universal truths in poetry is a Yourquote transformation.

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22 MAY 2021 AT 9:13

silently, I come
gripping my front part of the feet
onto the ground,
timidly abstaining myself from
hearing the whisperers,
biting the ears of the invisible ones;
painted on the walls.
but walls do have the ears
they glimsed a smile at me
when the sunlight kissed them;
all they conveyed was hey writer
we were in wait for you as to,
when our beauty would be praised!
not just being taken plainly;
as they throw tantrums at us.

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