As you've probably read in the series before this current one, you'll find that I wrote poetry back then to explore. Now, I write poetry to plant my emotions in them.
I don't own a diary. I find the idea of chugging my innermost thoughts on a piece of paper that can be found by anybody revolting. I abhor diaries to a fault. But as a human being, I need to express my emotions some other way and running around and waving my arms isn't a socially acceptable way.
Now you have this collection in your hands as the result.
I will not promise that you will find sense in these poems. I will not promise you'll enjoy them too. This is just me inserting my life into the countless of people whose stories I wrote. This is just me crafting worlds and emotions. This is just me being me.
So, indulge yourself into a world where broken hearts can find shelter until they are strong enough to stand again. Together, let us emerge undaunted.
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