This reflection I'm seeing, it says it's not me
I'm letting go, I'm letting be
I don't know but it ain't me.
The feeling of guilt is torturing me
I'm regretting this change
But there's no way to return.
This is hard,
Living is hard.
—Laxmi Bhargavi Golla
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SEASHELLS [short poems]
PoesíaIf the Beach is what represents my Life, then I would name the ocean as my Feelings and the seashells as my Poems.
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