my inner self is wailing and crying, totally sobbing his heart out as he yell with all his might, 'let me free, set me free, let me be!'
so i took my pen and started to write poetries about my life, about how i can diminish the anguish and excruciatingly flow of what we call our own.
YOU ARE READING
nonchalance.
Randomi vomited alphabets of sorrows fixed with band aids, hoping they come intact in the midst of war of heart
