I could walk miles and miles
just to see you,
to offer my presence
when you feel the most alone.
Will you do the same
for my funeral?
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Hey You, Stranger!
PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't seek help with picking the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. I want for us to cease believing that we are just inconvenience for others. I wrote this book as raw a...
