I try so hard to find the beauty in me.
In my eyes,
in my smile,
in my laugh,
in my personality,
in my soul.
But no matter how hard I exhaust my eyes
to look at the things that I have,
I still can’t see it.
There is no sign of beauty.
Only destruction and tragedy.
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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...
