I feel like I am existing in the wrong dimension.
What if there was a mistake, and they accidentally
put me at the wrong place and time?
Because I can’t seem to find a single reason
as to why I am here.
And every day I question my own existence,
simply because it’s questionable.
What if I wasn’t meant to live here?
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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...
