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What do I know, self?
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Ongoing, First published Oct 29, 2025
When Ada met Femi, he had nothing but a dream and a promise. Together they weathered hunger, heartbreak, and the fragile hope of a better tomorrow. To Ada, their love was a testament to endurance - proof that loyalty could outlive struggle. But when success finally found Femi, it did not find them together.

In the ruins of what they once called love, Ada begins to question everything: What does it mean to "suffer with someone"? What counts as sacrifice? And when does love stop being a partnership and become self-abandonment?

As she rebuilds her life piece by piece, Ada discovers that healing is not forgetting - it's remembering yourself. And just when she has learned to stand alone, love finds her again - gentle, patient, and unburdened by the past.

What Do I Know, Self? is a moving story about love, ambition, and rediscovering purpose after heartbreak. It's a powerful reminder that the greatest love story begins with self-love.
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COMPLETED, next poetry collection coming soon This is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and morphing them into something I feel is better or is more to what I feel suits the character or the emotion I wrote the poem to embody. That being said, this collection has some works alike the past one that I made a few years back that doesn't quite hold up to standard today. I have poems that I have remade and moved into this collection, so If you have come from the previous collection know that if you recognise the theme it's because of that. I created this intended as both a challenge to write some feelings into something productive as-well as to write some inspired works made for a character I made as I wrote the poem or for a event or piece of media I enjoyed. Nothing is ever solid or at least their perspective will change as I write the poem or rewrite it. Anyways enjoy, I try not to be too pretentious but I don't really care because again this is a vent piece of work.