I still believe that the day will come,
where someone will look at me,
straight to the eyes,
and will tell me how thankful they are
for my existence.
I still believe that someday, I will be appreciated
the way I just deserve to be.
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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...
