"To be vulnerable is a weak thing," that's what I told myself before. I thought of vulnerability as a weakness. I thought of it as something damaging, something fragile and something unnecessary. I've always shown them that I am this strong, confident and independent girl they always see outside. But deep down, I'm just this fragile as a flower and soft as a piece of snow. They never knew about my weakness because I hid it so well. I showed them my smiles and how I look at life as something so bright and vivid. But they don't know that deep inside, I am broken. I am a mess. My head is chaotic. I was yearning for hope, love and peace. But there I was.. I was acting tough when I was feeble and in need of help.
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Lost and Found
PoesiaThe book is about what it feels like to be lost and found. It contains poems and essays I have in mind about the things I've been going through the years. The book has 3 parts: beginning, middle and end. Each part contains special things in my life...
