My Poems
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Ongoing9m
Last published Mon, Dec 25, 2017
This is just a compilation of my thoughts and feelings. It's not that perfect but my goal here is just to spill out the bag of emotions inside me. And also my frustation of lacking an inspiration that causes me to leave my stories unattended.
And some of my piece was made because it's our requirements in school.
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