GARDEN OF THOUGHTS[eyngelwrites'poetry compilation]
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Ongoing, First published Feb 02, 2021
It is all about the Garden of my Thoughts. You can read here the content of my mind(not everything though) but some part of it. A daily dose I take as I write in the form of poetry, poem, and letter. 

This is about someone whom I admire, the love of my life whom I found in a very small hidden world. I met a guy in one of the social media platform, he is an ig poet. I admit that he caught me by his poems and poetry, he became my inspiration after being broken and devastated. He catched me unconsciously and saved me from breaking down. This poetry is for him, this is all the thoughts I want to tell him but because of a barrier between us I can't say to him all these so I decided to write here. Actually, he is also a wattpad reader and I am hoping that someday he will read every messages I have for him. 

Hoping that as you read these pieces of mine, you can have something you can ponder especially if we are in the same situation right now.

HAPPY READING!
-eyngelwrites
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