I find myself writing a new phase of my life
With a spark of present
With a glimpse of past
With a sight of future
Making a new way from a broken shell...
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Stranger to myself
PoetryA dark night with not a sight around. I still felt nothing ,just a dying heart that I think already somewhat dead . I just like a sorrowless soul wandering around in this whole world of mine that was just surrounded by me. Every single person left...
