Staring at my own shadow and realizing that I don't like what I see.
Looking back at the things I did, and wondering why I was like that.
Like a forcibly fading corpse that I want to entomb.
Seems like there's something wrong everyday.
Just one trivial thing can make me wretched for a moment.
It's just like it is not even possible to have a day without one bad feeling.
—PrettyMira18
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A Poetry of Emotions
PoetryIT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT A WRITER SAYS. IT'S ABOUT HOW A WRITER SAYS IT, TO MAKE A READERS UNDERSTAND IT.
