In a world that suffocates you, always make room for your art to breathe in order to set your soul roam free.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
Suffocate
In a world that suffocates you, always make room for your art to breathe in order to set your soul roam free.
