❝There are limits to how much living can be done in a life deprived of freedom.❞ A constantly evolving body of art based on love, lust, redemption, hope, beauty, pain, lessons, anxiety and growth from the mind of an eighteen-year-old African wallflower. Collection of poems (memoirs) inspired by insomnia, nostalgia and the voices that constantly resonate in my head. Pages and pages of words I'll never say. Haphazard reflections of the world in lines and stanzas. [Cover by me]

xvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55

❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry

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