There is so much beauty in the world, but nobody stops to appreciate it. There is love in the air, but only loneliness can comfort us. Hidden laughter, penetrating stares, lost relationships... Poetry defines the struggles of our lives. Here is my struggle.
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Age comes with a lot of surprises and mainly nothing good.
"The old me is still there but she is too hurt"
A look into my teens.
Credits to @MissFischee98 for this wonderful gift (cover)