“I still remember how I begged for people’s eyes to look at me
because I crave to be seen,
I crave to be heard,
I crave to be touched.
I was so desperate, to the point that I intentionally
ignored the hints of them wanting to leave by turning their backs
at me,
rolling their eyes when they see me,
and responding
with silence when I talk to them.
I don’t regret doing that, but I want to apologize to myself
for I failed to give to her the attention that she deserves.”
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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...
