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    The Fractions of Me
    The Fractions of Me
    The Fractions of Me
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    The Fractions of Me

    By Sandra Petersson

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    The Fractions of Me is a collection of poems which illustrates the struggles of life and heartbreak.

    Each and every person is a mosaic of millions of fractions, each one touched by a different soul. Some are tainted with hurt and some of love but nonetheless they all play a part in the definition of who we are. Although it might hurt to admit it, we have lost pieces of ourselves to people who didn’t deserve them. But those holes are filled with memories of people who are actually worth it. Each remaining fraction is beautiful and each lost one carries a memory of us.

    She was alone in a crowd.

    She was lost, waiting to be found.

    She was in love, but her life was the prize.

    She gave too much and asked for too little,

    So she started writing.

    This is her story, each poem is an explanation to who she is, a fraction of her life

    Her mosaic isn’t finished yet and neither are yours. That’s the beauty of it, right?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAustin Macauley Publishers
    Release dateFeb 2, 2024
    ISBN9781035823383
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      The Fractions of Me - Sandra Petersson

      About the Author

      Sandra Petersson is a first time-author who grew up loving to write and express emotions through words. She lives in Sweden with her parents and three younger siblings. Besides writing, she studies psychology and medicine with the hopes of growing up helping other people.

      Whenever she has a moment to spare, she spends it listening to music, doing puzzles or spending quality time with friends and family.

      Dedication

      The stories that make up the illusion of me, dedicated to the people who changed my life by taking a fraction of who I am.

      Copyright Information ©

      Sandra Petersson 2024

      The right of Sandra Petersson to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.

      Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

      A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.

      ISBN 9781035823376 (Paperback)

      ISBN 9781035823383 (ePub e-book)

      www.austinmacauley.com

      First Published 2024

      Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd®

      1 Canada Square

      Canary Wharf

      London

      E14 5AA

      Acknowledgement

      I would like the opportunity to thank all of you who have read my book and I hope that even a small fraction of you were able to relate to some parts of the book and therefore felt a little less alone. This publication would not have been possible without the help and guidance from all the people working for Austin Macauley Publishers. I am eternally grateful that they were willing to give me and my story a chance.

      Growing up, my parents were always my biggest supporters and knowing that I would at least have two fans after the publication, made it a little less scary, which meant the world to me – so thank you. For my father. You always find new creative ways to brag about me to anyone who would listen and I guess that if I were less alike you, this would never have been possible. For my mother. You are always willing to listen to my problems even when you’re facing a million of your own. You truly are my best friend. I love you both forever.

      For my friends who, despite it all, listened to my stories and to me cry over boys. You have all become an addition to my family and getting the opportunity to grow alongside you has made the pain a little more bearable. You have all tainted parts of me with nothing but love, gratitude and memories that will last a lifetime.

      For Adrian, Leyla and Adelle. You are the best siblings in the world and being your elder sister has been a privilege.

      For my family, both on earth and in heaven. Thank you all for shaping me with your love.

      For the younger version of me who despite it all continued to fight.

      And a special thank you to my grandmother who, in many ways, inspired me to become who I am today. Hearing her recall memories from her youth made me want to document my stories which were only intended to be recorded in a journal but ended up being shared with the world. I don’t know a lot of people who would be willing to relearn a language to be able to read my work, so if you read this majka, thank you!

      Lastly, I would like to acknowledge all who in one way or another inspired these stories. If I never met you, there would be nothing worth writing about, so all of you who feel targeted – I guess you can take some credit. Although you all took fractions of me, I don’t regret anything because it made me the person that I am today and no matter my scars, I am proud of how far I have come.

      I remember every word of our first conversation

      I remember how you made me feel alive again

      I remember feeling hope

      I even remember what you were wearing the very first time I saw you

      I remember it all

      And no matter how hard I try, the memories have forever left their scar

      But you don’t remember my birthday

      You don’t remember all the times I told you stories about my past

      Because you clearly don’t remember the promise you made to me

      About never hurting me like I have been hurt before

      God, you don’t even remember us staying up all night taking

      Or my presence in your life

      You excuse is always I forgot

      You forgot our memories

      You forgot your promises

      You forgot my love

      You forgot me

      Oh how I wish that I could as easily let go

      Of all that is you

      But I can’t and I never will

      Because I loved you

      And you used me for your own benefit

      And threw me aside when I had given you enough of me to make you feel whole

      But I guess you forgot to bring back the pieces of my heart

      Because I can so clearly remember who I used to be before you

      And it is nothing like I am now

      You left me broken

      Whilst you walked away whole

      I don’t actually know why I bothered writing this down

      Because in a heartbeat you will have forgotten everything

      And I will die remembering the story of me before you

      How do you expect me to focus when I can see? How the whole room lights up when she texts you and you answer more eagerly than you ever answer me. How am I supposed to trust you when you say that I am your only one when I can so clearly see that you’re lying. Why bother saying and convincing me to believe you when you don’t realise that even if you don’t tell me, everywhere I go, I will always look your way.

      Always an excuse

      Never an apology

      Always a promise filled with hope

      Never a happy ending

      Always about you

      Never about me

      Always on your terms

      Never on my conditions

      Always your happiness

      Never mine

      Always had my heart broken

      Never thought you would be the reason

      Always been lonely

      Never thought you’d leave me

      Always

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