Of Poetry & Rambles

Somewhere between then and now, I lost my voice but found my words.
Somewhere between then and now, I lost my heart but found my worth.
Somewhere between then I now, I picked up a pen and I wrote.

These are the writings of a lost soul that never found her way out of Neverland.
Until once upon a time, she learned to fly.
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"We are writers, my love. We don't cry, we bleed on paper." - A.Y.