A poetry collection about the emotions and thoughts I have as I go through the journey of growth and accepting the imperfections,
in me and in my poetry.
It is all about searching for meaning in what seems mundane at first glance, and seeing the b...
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It is infuriating, how my own hands weave these expectations and wrap them around myself like a cursed piece of cloth.
The possibility that it might strangle me, cut off my oxygen supply, or my rapid heartbeats; it arouses anxiety- such a kind that puts mad, impossible thoughts in my head.
Anxiety does not kill, you say? If only you could share some of mine.
