Even after 99 incomplete verses
I am still living in an oxymoron
Confused and contradicting
But yet, I am still more
My voice from a feeble shiver
Is a roar
My words are not nonsense
I see my future rather than wait for it all to end
And through the people I met I have become more
I have grown
I have lived a lot more in this single year than the lost 16
I am not afraid
But now we'll bid adieu
To meet another day
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This has been a long journey and honestly
I enjoyed it
I'LL start my new poem collection soon
Goodbye
And maybe read my other works?
25/9/19
