She stared at the white canvas infront of her. There was nothing painted nor drawn in it. She went nearer and still she can't see anything. It was blank and it hit her, it was a lot like her life.
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Library of Poems
Non-Fiction| Collection of midnight thoughts and daydreams || P.S. very raw since i started writing this way back in 2017 Credits to the owner of the photo I used for my book cover ^ω^
