It all happen too fast this is not me
Somehow you got the best of me
What do I do?
You only saw my sprout before you could see me bloom until it was too late.
I feel guilty for allowing you to see that side of me so early.
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The Depths Within Her Mind
PoetryWelcome to the Depths Within Her Mind! This book is a poignant and inspirational memoir that sheds light on my inner child's feelings, and struggles that I've endured. I have graciously shared my past struggles and journey of personal growth, offeri...
