If by chance we're named
by what we feel, by who we are,
infants are Inoccent
kids are named Joy
teens are called Angst
and adults will be Matured.
You and I are quite unique,
because we're called Broken, just us two.
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Diary of an Introvert
PoetrySecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
