Shall the mirrors be chipped
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Ongoing5m
Last published Thu, Jul 21, 2016
I love poetry. It's my way to remember the feelings I've had and also a way to share few parts of my life with others.
These represent the bad times and losts that I've been through but also the good sides and the happiness. And lets not forget about the weird things.
So this is like a journal but just full of poems.
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