“I want to be remembered as someone
who used to lift other people’s spirits up,
when her own soul’s crawling its way down to hell
for thinking that that’s where she belongs.”
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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...
