In Our Darker Hours

In Our Darker Hours

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These poems are dedicated the ones who never feel like they belong. For the misfits, outcasts, and those who are thrown aside. For the anger inside each person that can create a fire. A spark. This is for the unfiltered words, those words that aren't dared to be said. Maybe in this book, you'll find things that you can relate to. Or maybe you'll find things that you hate. Maybe this isn't your cup of tea, but these poems are not for anyone else but those who know the value of words. The words written may be messy, muddled, and confused. But they matter all the same. Here, every word matters. For in our darker hours, words are all that matter.
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