Underlying Emotions | ✔

Underlying Emotions | ✔

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Complete Thu, Dec 14, 201710m

Poetry

Tagsbright darkness deep depression emotions

Instead of typing out romance, I was very inspired by some few authors in Wattpad regarding a subject of interest which intrigued me to start one of my own. A very literate topic and could never what I always wanted to express, may find it deep and sometimes on the bright usual side. All of the pieces you read in this book are all rightfully mine where I place all of my emotions & thoughts in. If you find any piece similar to others, please do inform me. Coincidental pieces, phrases or sentences are indeed coincidence & your judgement I shall respect. Reinforcement: I'm not good in poems, poetry or rhymes nut please correct me if I'm wrong.

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