Raw & Real
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Last published Sat, Aug 30, 2025
These poems? They bleed.
Raw & Real isn't polished perfection. It's scars and sobs, vulnerability caught mid-thought, and emotions too jagged to cage in pretty metaphors. What you're reading here on Wattpad is just the surface-a glimpse into the storm.
The full book is in the works: deeper, darker, unfiltered. Some pieces will only ever live between the printed pages.
Thank you for letting me be unedited. Thank you for seeing me-raw and real.
- Miraya
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