What I leave behind, what I throw out the car window, and what I leave in piles for others to find and use. Every once-beloved blouse, every strand of hair, every used pad, all thrown out all the same with good and bad memories. Waste to be shed.
A poetry compilation.
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This poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.