These poems are to the boy I loved for exactly a year. I never knew if he loved me back, he was hard to read. I had to let go, I gave and received nothing except for these poems I managed to write through the pain and the dreams. The first day of every year will haunt me, I saw him then.
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I gathered all of my writings in here.
The writing I wrote while everyone is sleeping.
These writings are my other side.
The other side that no one ever knew.