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Channel Writers world (@writerswrld) in the English language segment is an active participant. Currently, the community unites 14 469 subscribers, ranking 2 591 in the Books category and 27 726 in the India region.
š Audience metrics and dynamics
Since its creation on Š½ŠµŠ²ŃŠ“Š¾Š¼Š¾, the project has demonstrated rapid growth, gathering an audience of 14 469 subscribers.
According to the latest data from 06 September, 2026, the channel demonstrates stable activity. Although there has been a change in the number of participants by -161 over the last 30 days and by -3 over the last 24 hours, overall reach remains high.
- Verification status: Not verified
- Engagement rate (ER): The average audience engagement rate is 8.09%. Within the first 24 hours after publication, content typically collects N/A% reactions from the total number of subscribers.
- Post reach: On average, each post receives 1 171 views. Within the first day, a publication typically gains 0 views.
- Reactions and interaction: The audience actively supports content: the average number of reactions per post is 27.
š Description and content policy
The author describes the resource as a platform for expressing subjective opinions:
āThis channel is created to publish talent from anywhere.
Anyone who want to join our community or have their material featured here is my link @Writerswrldbotā
Thanks to the high frequency of updates (latest data received on 07 September, 2026), the channel maintains relevance and a high level of publication reach. Analytics show that the audience actively interacts with content, making it an important point of influence in the Books category.
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Maybe it was in choosing someone who had seen every version of you and still wanted to be there when everything simmered down and was boring. Maybe it was in choosing someone who had choose you in the process of choosing themselves!
# yemirok
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I would have been mad crazy if I did love ya
A blessing from above
You are the reason u have hope in love š
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It wasnāt just that he left...it was how he walked away carrying the version of her that believed people never lie with love...
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All of a sudden I see your name somewhere and all I wanna do is scream at this world, hate everyone and everything. I want to rebel against waves of life I want to choke my heart I want to squeeze you out of my soul just so I could be normal again and not have that gutting feeling inside my heart.
Oh love how cruel you are
#J.z
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All of a sudden I see your name somewhere and all I wanna do is scream at this world, hate everyone and everything. I want to rebel against waves of life I want to choke my heart I want to squeeze you out of my soul just so I could be normal again and not have that gutting feeling inside my heart.
Oh love how cruel you are
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The kiss drowned my thought
The pleasure blinded my sight
The touch numbed the pain
Hot blood coursing through my vien
Not as toxic
Just a way to forget and escape the reality thats hectic
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The kiss drowned my thought
The pleasure blinded my sight
The touch numbed the pain
Hot blood coursing through my vien
Not as toxic
Just a way to forget and escape the reality thats hectic
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You, dear one, are a beautiful canvas with a rotting soul.
That is why you crave what you can not see.
That is why you dig beyond your realm.
And it is also why you have plasters taped on all your mirrors.
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Out of Love ā¤ļøš
When the darkness arrive, and you are all alone.
Turned into a couple.
It's your time to reshape, the darkness is there for you.
The streets are quiet and the noise is gone
Ya feel a deep void in your brains, Ya want to fill that void.
Instead of thinking deep and going beyond the dimensions.
You open tick tock/ Instagram.
Guess what will fill the void?
People's thoughts, based on their own personal experience.
You take all that nonsense and fill the void with it.
Be it, negative garbage or positive things...
But at the end of the day, it's you and the garbage you consumed, instead of shaping your own way.
life is a continuous journey of learning and growth. None of us have it all figured out.
Let your own experience give you, the answers...
Not social media, for it, is just content.14 468
"The Worst Kind of Shadows"
The worst kind of feelings
are the ones you canāt carve into stone,
canāt drown in the river,
or set aflame in the yard.
They lingerā
like the ghost of a touch
on skin that no longer remembers warmth,
like a song half-remembered,
hummed wrong in the dark.
You wear them like a coat
stitched from unanswered questions,
each thread a *why* that knots itself tighter
with every breath.
And the cruelest part?
They donāt even rage.
They donāt scream, or break things,
or leave bruises you can point to and say:
*Here. This is where it hurts.*
Noā
they just sit inside your ribs,
quiet as a stopped clock,
heavy as a closed door,
whispering:
*You canāt fix what was never yours to hold.*
#jemil
@chaosvil
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Repost from Inside My Dark Soul š£
Everyone's rushing somewhere. Iām just trying to remember where I lost myself.
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"Time Heals"
*What a lie,*
a thiefās promise, soft as rotā
whispering *wait, just wait,*
while the wound forgets
how to close.
There is no end,
only the slow gnaw of absence,
a clock with no hands,
a sky with no dawn.
Every breath is her name,
every silence her echo.
I am a ghost
haunted by the living.
Time does not healā
it merely teaches the bones
how to ache
without breaking.
(But oh, how they bend.)
@chaosvill
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Pain changes people, it makes them trust less, overthink more, & shut people out.
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I thought about you last night
but instead of crying or feeling upset
there was this drizzle of peace
that began to hit the surface of my soul
I made it
without you . . .
Iām much happier
here without you . . .
@chaosvil
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Some of us are carved from stone, not flesh. Our hearts are not beating things but hollow caverns where love should resideāechoing, empty. We are the ones who stand at the edges of affection, watching others melt into each other like wax under a flame, while we remain cold, untouched.
We try. Oh, how we try. We mimic the motionsāhands held, lips pressed, whispered words that taste like rust on our tongues. We stitch ourselves into the shapes of lovers, but the threads unravel, always. There is something missing, something fundamental, like a god forgot to mold that part of us before setting us loose into the world.
Perhaps we were never meant for love. Perhaps love is a language we were never taught, a song our throats cannot shape. We press our palms to chests, waiting for a spark that never comes. We tell ourselves: *Maybe this time. Maybe this one will be different.* But the truth is, some wounds are not wounds at allāthey are absences. Some of us were born without the thing that makes love stick.
And so we wander, half-people, ghosts in the lives of those who try to love us. We break them without meaning to. We leave fingerprints on their skin, not bruises, but the faintest marks of someone who was never really there.
We do not love.
We only pretend.
And the tragedy isā
we are almost convincing.
And by some of us I meant me and you ofc.
#jemil
