The isolation that followed the pandemic attacked her like a colorless, odorless poison. After days, weeks, months, something changed. Her view points on the world were less free. Less clear. They became cluttered with the push to argue. The push to make everyone agree. The isolation costed her the strength of a childhood friendship.
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Call It What You Want [A Poetry Collection]
Poetry[PUBLISHED WORK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON] This is for the misfits. the heavy hearts. the broken minds and the lost souls. this is for the bruised lovers with tainted skin. the options left behind, not good enough to be put first. this is for the readers...