If you ask my notebooks about me,
They'll tell you,
How I've suffered,
And how i hurt,
Everytime my wounds open.
They'll tell you about,
The multitudes of my emotions,
And how I don't know,
What to do with them
They'll tell you,
How i feel so much sometimes,
And sometimes how i feel nothing.
They'll talk about,
My guilts,
my worries,
my anxiety,
They'll tell you stories,
Of home, of love, of war,
Of belongingness and heartbreak,
Disguised as metaphors, trying to escape
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I'd not be surprised if I end up deleting this book vcfXonjgjSde
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Melanin And Ink
Poesía"Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet." To people who've gone through so much shit and are still breathing, surviving, fighting, living life. This one's...
