“Sometimes I think about the future,
and then I would start worrying.
For what if I died while I’m at the process of making it?
Of honing it the way I want?
I don’t want to move for nothing,
but I don’t want to receive nothing because I didn’t move.”
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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...
