“I hate it when the pain comes from other people,
when they say and do things that they know can pierce my heart,
because I can’t fight back. I can’t return what they did to me.
It’s not that I don’t have the ability to,
it’s just that I can’t imagine myself hurting people.
Why would I do that to others if I already know how it feels?”
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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...
