During my rage
A feeling inside me rose for the very first time
Instead of the voice telling me to be quiet,
To take the harsh words,
And to retreat into my hard shell,
It told me to hurt, to destroy, and to release my feelings
Only because it was the first,
I took it with a grain of salt
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Life
PoetryA collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the hu...
