Now it all appears as a tear in time , as if I'm living in a parallel universe where everything is reversed.Like the fallen leaves during autumn , all that stays is a pathway of traces tracing back to a time before it all started , a time where everything was going on the right way , for today all that remains are bits of broken memories buried into the space of my consciousness I wondered if i go back to the land of my upbringing,will the memories be good as this moment , will the story-line be restored or it is going to be a ruptured promise of false hope ?
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Not to fall but to rise
PoetryThis book is a collection of poetry, prose and writings that I wrote during my teenage years that describe the transition from being a teenager to becoming a young adult. The poems contain a honest experience of living, growing in a judgmental socie...
