Bouquet of dried Roses

Bouquet of dried Roses

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Some of us scream it on top if their lungs or choke on it in the dark room. Some hide it with a smile, some don't as the strength ran out. Up and down it goes, in a wicked circle. There are bad days and there are wonderful days. And I decided to scream it out into the world, to share what I feel and find a way forward. The pain, the love. The stereotype, the extraordinary. All for you and nobody. 🤍
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This is for anyone that can't put there thoughts and feelings into words. Whether it be at your best, worst, most beautiful, or most tragic times. These poems will remind you of them. Or so I hope. Because I mean Shit Happens. What you should expect from this book: I am not trying to make excuses for why I push so many people away, I am not trying to make excuses for my actions, I don't get excuses, not anymore, No, I am merely providing explanations, If you don't like them, If you don't except them, If you just don't care, Then that's on you, Because I will not answer the question why anymore, I will bare my soul to you in the folds of these pages, Not saying a word, These are my explanations, These are me, Do with them as you will. And I mean, just don't be an asshole. Thanks. Kisses &lt;3

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