Letters from Younger Me
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A selection of poems and lyrics written as I journeyed through my teenage years. Some I am still proud of today, others aren't as amazing. All of them are a truth that I felt at a younger age.
The cover is a self-portrait painting I did when I was 17.
Warning: Many of these are dark in tone and content. Be careful if you are triggered by abstract themes of death, murder, suicide, fear and/or heartbreak.
Excerpt:
Sanity breaks
Minds left to rage
People murder and make
A torn, stained page
Written to die
Read to remember
Forgotten instantly
Left for forever
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