It’s terrifying to know how people can continue
living their lives without me,
not giving an ounce of care,
even just from slight pity,
for my disappearance,
when I have lived my life
trying to keep myself alive
because maybe they’ll need me someday.
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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...
