Once, I reveled in the magnificence of my own essence, firmly believing in the fortuitous nature that shaped my existence.
However, at this moment, for the first time, I find myself trapped in a intricate maze of self-disgust and sorrow, wrestling with the harsh truth of despising the physical form that contains my essence.
It is your impact that has transformed my formerly confident self into an embodiment of self-hatred and remorse.
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Only My Heart Knows
PoetryWithin this anthology lies a tapestry of verses penned by Jcena Mortiff, each intricately woven around diverse manifestations of love. These words ache to break the shackles of confinement, the very letters thirst for emancipation, all plucked from...
