Hammd Ahtisham
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writing since 5 .
Stories (7/0)
strange kind of peace
Sometimes, when we're hurting, we find a strange kind of peace. There's a bizarre comfort in the pain we feel. We might even start craving the love that caused us nothing but suffering. Maybe it's because we miss what could have been. We're confused: Are we addicted to being sad? Do we actually enjoy it? It's all so mixed up, and we're stuck in this place where we want you back, yet we're torn between missing you and never thinking about you again.
By Hammd Ahtisham11 months ago in Poets
purple
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Purple. She was just 19 years old and had already been through so much pain and heartache. Purple had been diagnosed with depressive disorder and generalized anxiety disorder, which made it difficult for her to trust people and love freely.
By Hammd Ahtishamabout a year ago in Fiction