WORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT.
A collection of poetry.
For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with words flowing out of their mouths, straight from their soul.
For the writers.
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I lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.