What do you do when you know you are not what you want to be?
What do you feel when you can't express anything?
What happens when you fake something for long, does it turn into reality or does it turn into the truth?
What does your heart think and your brain feel?
What can it be?
What?
What?
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Hope you never ask these questions.
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If I Were A Book
PoetryA simple collection of poetry for the readers with souls made of stars.
