Teen's Problems
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Last published Sun, May 3, 2020
Nobody knows,
how many times I struggle,
only to face judgments and failures.
Nobody understands,
how my heart was broken,
by your words that stab and churn.
A poetry collection written by a Chinese who expresses emotions through words.
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