Poems and Some Metaphors

Poems and Some Metaphors

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Last published Tue, Jul 21, 2020

At the age of 21, I found the love of my life. Here, are the words I jumbled together, that can somehow in some ways, describe what I feel.

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Seventeen (poems & lyrics)

Being at the years before legal age is somehow monumental. At this phase in life, you'd know how it feels like to be the happiest person that you will ever be. But you never end there, you would eventually get hurt because what you thought would happen didn't turned out that way. And sadness begin. Another phase where you learn from your scars - the marks of your sufferings from being a conformist of everything that everyone does.

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