this is a poem book that tell about feelling and confession that are left unsaid.

A few pieces from my last account I wanted to carry over for an otherwise fresh start. About 0.001% of what I wrote - everything got a bit disorganised but here's what made the cut to carry over.

I think of you, Always. I hate you Now. I thought you were my forever, But now it seems like a complete never. ( short poems and drabbles ) (c) __biaa