We all are suffering from one problem or the other,
it's just that some of us
hide it well.
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Forsaking My End
PoesiaWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
Problem
We all are suffering from one problem or the other,
it's just that some of us
hide it well.
