We have all heard this story possibly a million times before. Love being rejected leaving your heart raw. You bite your lip fight back tears with nails digging in your flesh while putting on a smile. Day by day we mask our face to hide away from society. True emotion never shown afraid of being judged or just to stubborn to accept support?
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A little of me... (poems)
РазноеI started writing at the age of 14 but first with poems and only after some time into books. These are some of the poems that I wrote over the years and as you will see my style and technique remained the same it just became more refined. I express...
