People are talking
About stuff that
doesn't matter
One is an
imposter
I know this, because
I am the imposter
YOU ARE READING
Naive
ПоэзияWORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT. A collection of poetry. For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with wo...
