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Areeba from Not Your Type started a series called 'Words in Books I'll Never Write.' Here I am stealing her amazing idea.

I've always wanted to write my own book. It is the zenith for anyone with a penchant for literature. Anyone can be a writer, but not everyone can be published. Over the years, I have started writing many books and failed to finish all of them. I am great at beginnings, but terrible with endings.

So I write shorts instead. 'Slices,' I prefer to call them. I doubt I will publish them in a hardcover with my name written below a vague title. So I decided to post a few I've written, in the first Words in Books I'll Never Write.

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0 1 . My body is a temple. Flesh to feel, bones to break. My skin is paper thin, visceral veins vex the surface. The muddy bruises on my legs may never heal nor will the faded scars wrapped around my wrist. When my knuckles crack, they cut me every time.

My body is a temple. Begging to be praised and loved, but none could ever. My body is a temple, if it cannot be loved, then may their false gods die. - 19th May 2015, 2:31 PM

I enjoy the human anatomy.

Mostly because I am fascinated by it. The comparison of a weak body and a weaker soul especially. I have written many anecdotes like these but this is by far my favourite. As someone who enjoys poetic language, simple analogies touch me the most.

0 2 . "We all suffer open wounds from war, legs sore and cuts by shrapnel. Then we see what we can do. I can run. You can barely crawl." - 5th August 2015, 10:02 PM

Discussing how the same problems can affect people differently.

Wilfred Owen influence my writing for a week or so. I was going over Owen's poetry again, with a heavy portrayal of war and humanity, reminded of his strength in his sadness. Meanwhile, I was having personal problems that felt like a war. So I wrote with Owen as inspiration.

0 3 . "I could spend eternity sinking and you'd still rot beneath me" - 24th June 2015, 3:25 PM

This is a rap lyric I wrote for a rap battle against my friend, an actual rapper.

I won.

In hindsight, these are more likely well-thought, poetic slander. The best kind of slander in my opinion.

These slices reflect who I am, at least who I was then when I wrote it. Pessimistic and scathing, during a time demanding me to pessimistic and scathing. I have said it before, 2015 was not a good year for me.

Thus, it reflected through my writing.