This book is a collection of poetry that was written then and now. This book is, ironically, not a poetic logical time line leading to who I've become. Its scattered, uncertain, I end up taking several steps back after taking only one step forward.
From age fourteen to nineteen I slowly get to know the world and myself better...and I happened to write it along the way. Enjoy.
جميع الحقوق محفوظة
انضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص في العالماحصل على توصيات قصص مخصّصة، احفظ قصصك المفضلة في مكتبتك، وقم بالتعليق والتصويت لتنمية مجتمعك.
Logic is fucked and goddamn thoroughly bendable to anybody with the preference and ability to do so this shit is neither logical nor illogical it's simply pretentious as fuck
My first writings as of the age of 16.