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When the Night falls | A collective of poems
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Ongoing, First published Nov 23, 2021
Being an ordinary human is not so ordinary when you have lots of pitfalls in your life especially with the fact that you have a chronic illness. But, my life is still ordinary, I guess. Constant nagging of my siblings. Constant overprotective of my mom -- to the point, it feels like I'm being caged. And utter strictness of my father. Then with friends leaving, life twists and things just seem to go downhill.

Honestly, what a life. And it's a miracle this girl in me hasn't given up yet.

Join me in my journey of life as I share the sentiments of my darkest days and not into poems.


**A collection of poems that I have written over the years and recently that I thought I would put it into a book - the dates are kind of all over the place, so sorry about that

I hope you guys can relate to it and like it.

Also, posted on wtw on my desire
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