“I look at my bones sometimes
and scan them thoroughly, only to feel hopeless.
Because I know that they will go back to the ground
without even a small piece of gravestone above.
She lived a life full of failures,
and will die a failure.”
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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...
