My feet wandered
to thousands of places
and my soul lived
hundred different lives
just by reading
the book in my hands
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Thoughts Of A Teenage Introvert
PoetryCompilation of unorganized thoughts that weigh me down at 4 a.m.
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My feet wandered
to thousands of places
and my soul lived
hundred different lives
just by reading
the book in my hands
