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~ Grey Limits
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Complete, First published Aug 26, 2018
~Midnight thoughts with the music playing. A book of poems.

Everything beautiful has its grey limits. 

If thoughts and emotions are colors then they are a wide spectrum of shades that go from the sweet to the bitter. Yet our hearts and souls reach grey limits where colors can make you drown even when shallow, where the shades are for every fading emotion.
At grey limits, you are hopelessly meeting and surrendering to the end or death, not necessarily of the body but of any meaning, feeling or purpose. To be reborn.

TRIGGER WARNING!
This book contains topics including self-harm, suicide, eating disorders which may be triggering or disturbing for some.

#2 in poetry - Easter Awards 2019
Best poem awards - Easter Awards 2019
#2 in poetry - Writing Contest Award 2019
#2 in poetry - The Award Contest 2019


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