everyone who left my world,
left a scars in my essence.
but my scars are all beautiful,
hence i embrace them
wholeheartedly.
i build their detrimental words,
it turned to be my motivation.
they left a scar,
but it didn't break me.
instead i became successful.
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Epistles for my thorned metaphors
PoetryCompilations of my proses and poems. Feel free to read.
