“And I badly want for my face to be gently held,
by gentle palms, while gentle breeze touch the strands
of my hair.
All I want to feel is gentleness,
for I have been fighting so hard in a war for some years now.
A war against my own demons.”
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PuisiSometimes, 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...
