In these pages, you'll find a wandering mind,
A teenager's thoughts, neither bound nor confined.
No single theme ties these verses together,
Each line a whisper, light as a feather.
So, as you turn these pages with care,
Know that you're glimpsing a mind laid bare.
Each poem a piece of a much larger whole,
A window into the workings of a youthful soul.
These words are born of turmoil and strife,
Emotions raging, feelings held in life.
The silence screams, the heart does cry,
And in these lines, a soul tries to fly.
This is my world, unfiltered and true,
A canvas of thoughts, in every hue.
So take what you will, leave what you might,
For this is a journey into the endless night.
Hope u like them
ps. I have written something abt cricket, so all those cricket nerds hudle around
None of us are the same.
Every mind different,
Every body different,
Every soul different.
but funny isn't it,
that yet here we are,
Agreeing. Feeling. Knowing. Understanding.
Just what those lines mean,
written by a single person.
because we've all been through it, haven't we?
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A/N:: I wrote this book when I was a teen going through a series of bad changes, loneliness, depression and anxiety...it was a very cynical time for me really.
A misfit trying to find where she fits in this world, realising her value and worth and learning the concept of self love and more.
Sooo...it's cringy but it gets better. Not really.
But you've been warned tho.
Ok Bye.
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