Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt.
It is a matter of life not just a matter of language...
Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
Short poems exploring the pain of losing someone without truly losing them, but losing yourself instead. A quiet grief for the past version that will never return, and the fragile hope of becoming something new, until sorrow slowly turns into joy.
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