Life wasn't perfect.
It wasn't soft or endearing.
It didn't kiss the wounds it left or patted your shoulder while you cried tears that stained your face.
It didn't hush you while you slept.
But life gave you stories.
And that's what I did as time passed, I told stories.
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This collection of poetry is my story. This is all the things I struggle or struggled with within myself, and most of these things I've overcome. The purpose of this collection is to help y'all understand that you're not alone. Enjoy.