“You were a genuine soul, wanting to love people.
But people killed your heart.
Tore your sanity.
Threw rocks at you.
You ended up wounded, hurt, and in too much pain.
And then someone comes and offers help,
but you hurt them too,
because you thought that that was the right thing to do.”
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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...
