I refuse to call myself broken because nowadays, broken things don't get fixed; they get thrown away and cease to exist.
You brand me as broken, yet I cry out, 'I can be repaired!'.
It's funny how I'm begging you to stay when you're the one that throws broken things away.
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Echoes of the Lost
PoetryIn a world that often feels overwhelming and uncertain, poetry has been my refuge, my way of making sense of the chaos around me. This collection is born from a place of introspection and longing, a testament to the raw emotions and profound questio...
