it was a sharp summers day,
i gaze upon this place i am supposed to call home,
this is supposed to be a new start,
some would say its a positive change,
but all i can see are the clouds of guilt rolling over the hills,
making me come to the realisation that i am once again,
lost in a place called home. ~j.p
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the nonexistence
Poetryjust poems about my life ig the ups and downs? for the best reading experience listen to the playlist attached https://open.spotify.com/playlist/05UXxqdJ9DCToRmVJykTQy?si=993eb6d3d17641bc