For what its worth.
i write as if my paper is on fire and my pen is melting.
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An Introvert's Poems and Prose
I troubled uttering and expressing my thoughts to other people. And so it happens that I found hope in writing. It's like a ray of sunshine in an armor that saved my whole bare being from the countless silent battles of life. Thus, I want to share with you some random poems and prose that I write that will show how li...
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Words from a silenced child.
My poems are in no way happy, encouraging or uplifting. They are what is happening in my mind, inside. The things I cannot say out loud. A coward is what I am, and this is the only way I am capable of helping me.
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Of Blood And Bone
It was all a pallet of black and grey. Except for the sky, the blood, sharing the color of love. The irony.
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