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An Escape from Living: death is not an enemy in the book “i wanna die, sometimes”

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 An escape from living: death is not an enemy through “ i wanna die, sometimes ”. A book written by Lee Veyne 💜 In a world that often feels overwhelming, quiet moments of reflection become both a refuge and a mirror. My latest collection, i wanna die, sometimes , is exactly that—a journey through the deepest corners of human emotion, captured in journal entries that are at once intimate, poetic, and honest. This book is not merely words on a page; it is an invitation to pause, to reflect, and to recognize the shared struggles that make us human. From the very first pages, readers are invited into a landscape of thought and feeling where joy and grief coexist. The entries explore the subtle, often hidden, experiences of life—the kind that are rarely spoken aloud. There is grief, raw and unflinching; there is the quiet frustration of being stuck in life’s routine; there is longing for freedom, for clarity, for relief. And yet, amidst the melancholy, there is a glimmer of hope. Thro...

London Boy ― A Story I Had To Write

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  London Boy isn't just a love story.      It's about finding your home in a person you were never supposed to meet ―and the fight         to hold on when the world demands you let go. Set in 1950s. it is a tale of love. loss, and the kind of longing that stays with you long after the last page. There are stories that arrive like strangers, knocking gently but with urgency, as if they have traveled far just to find your door. London Boy was one of them. It lived quietly in the corners of  my mind ―until it refused to be silenced.    This isn’t just a love story. It’s about two souls who found each other in a world that never wanted them to meet, much less stay. It’s about the winters that come without warning, the streets that remember your footsteps, and the people who become your home—even when home is the last place you’re allowed to be. I wrote London Boy with the intention of touching that fragile part of us that still bel...