I'm a poet, but I don't see my art transcending to the world.
I don't even see it as art.
It was just a form of self-expression while I was through horrible things.
But I've grown up and I'm not the same, and so isn't these rhymes.
I still wanted to share them.
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a collection of poetry, prose, and feelings, tangled up in a web of darkness and pain, with slivers of hope breaking through like dawn. human experience, deep, complex, yearning.