Danata Semeniuk
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Kyiv,
Ukraine
4 months 12 days back
a little busy
age 18 years
on the service 4 months 12 days
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Language proficiency level
Українська: fluent
Русский: fluent
Deutsch: upper-intermediate
English: pre-intermediate
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Hi, I think I can do any job if you explain what to do. In general, I am very good at writing... Essays, texts, posts, songs, poems, whatever you want. I have a few of my books, but unfortunately they are not for sale yet. On the positive side, I am a very fast learner, ready to compromise.
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Photo, Audio & Video
Mobile development
Translation
Portfolio
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16 USD Verse
Poems, Songs & ProseHow scary it is to grow up —
when you can no longer hide in a room with soft light,
when the world is waiting for solutions,
and inside — there is still a little “I’m scared.”
… How scary it is to grow up —
when they say: you’ll cope,
but you don’t know where to put your trembling hands
and who to tell
that you have almost no strength.
Growing up is not about strength.
It’s about loneliness,
which suddenly becomes too loud.
About the silence,
in which you hear your own heart
and its fear.
How scary to realize,
that now no one will close the door on you,
no one will say: I’m here, sleep peacefully.
And you learn to be close to yourself.
You pick yourself up piece by piece.
You caress your pain,
like a scared little animal.
How scary it is to grow up.
When your heart asks for warmth,
and the world responds with silence.
When you want someone to say:
I'm here, hold on to me.
But you stand.
Even when it's scary.
Even when it hurts.
And maybe it's at this moment
that you become stronger than you think.
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16 USD Verse
Poems, Songs & ProseHow scary it is to grow up —
when you can no longer hide in a room with soft light,
when the world is waiting for decisions,
and inside — there is still a little “I’m scared.”
…
How scary it is to grow up —
when they say: you’ll cope,
but you don’t know where to put your trembling hands
and who to tell
that you have almost no strength.
Growing up is not about strength.
It’s about loneliness,
which suddenly becomes too loud.
About silence,
in which you can hear your own heart
and its fear.
How scary it is to realize,
that now no one will close the door for you,
no one will say: I’m here, sleep peacefully.
And you learn to be close to yourself.
You pick yourself up piece by piece.
You caress your pain,
like a scared little animal.
How scary it is to grow up.
When your heart asks for warmth,
and the world responds with silence.
When you want someone to say:
I'm here, hold on to me.
But you stand.
Even when it's scary.
Even when it hurts.
And maybe it's in this moment
that you become stronger than you think.