"I've been said to let go of it all.
To be free, to be like the wind, like the water that smoothly flows between the rocks,
But I doubt,
Whether I can really be free or will I be stuck in the stressful box my entire life.
I want to fly like any other person,
But something is holding me back,
Pulling me into a darkness I'm afraid of.
I weep about it but no one can hear me.
I want someone to save me but no one can see me.
My struggles are real,
My dreams have turned surreal."
A.S
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Creation of Rainbows (A book of Poetry)
Poetry"The rain fell hard on the broken ground, it never stopped it's loud and painful sound. The world crumpled into darkness, the one crying for years was a total mess. He was just waiting for a single glow, but the time he was living in was going slow...
